Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 344

Timothy didn't lay a hand on her.

Maybe all he wanted was to scare Little Mute into going back.

Jessica signed, "You're getting better every day, you know. I'm honestly so proud

of you."

But Herbert couldn't share in her happiness-not with the Wheeler family

breathing down his neck. He was still under their thumb.

Little Mute refused to drag him into her troubles. He couldn't protect her openly,

not when it would only make things worse for her.

He forced a wry smile. "I'm not nearly as impressive as you think I am."

“To me, you're already wonderful,” Jessica signed softly, her gestures full of warmth. "Don't overthink any of this. I understand."

She was well aware of the real reason behind everything. Timothy's actions were cruel in ways words couldn't express.

Using the Wheeler Group to threaten Herbert had left him cornered. In a world defined by competition and pride, no man wanted to feel bested by another. If it hadn't been for his desire to help her, none of this mess would even exist.

They'd known each other since childhood. To have things come to this, right in front of her, would surely bruise his pride.

cared

Once Jessica divorced Timothy and cut all ties, none

voice. It was rare to get her away from Riverside City, and he finally had time to help with her treatment.

took her for a thorough examination, the results confirmed their fears -her throat had

they returned to Herbert's office than he pulled Jessica into

of her lips, he might never have known what she'd truly endured, even after reading

so badly it felt like

Timothy-how could he do

desperate to protect her,

free herself, until he finally realized

raised her hands, asking,

eyes were rimmed

mumbling, "Your throat's so inflamed-I can't stand knowing you've been in pain for

PAGU

Jessica just

from the past-even though it hurt-was already

The medicine you had sent over helped a lot. I barely feel any

calmly sign those words, Herbert's voice dropped to a whisper. "Wait here

fully equipped, with a

he turned away, tears slipped from the

into the bathroom, closed the door

his eyes shut, the tears he'd been

his fist and pounded it against his chest,