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.

Jessica never cared about things

anything more. Once Jessica divorced Timothy and cut all

her voice. It was rare to get her away from Riverside City, and he finally had time to help with her treatment. If he could schedule the minimally invasive surgery

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

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

hadn't seen the bruises on her cheek and the split at the corner of her lips,

badly it

Timothy-how could he

tightened around Little Mute, desperate to protect her,

until he finally realized

her hands, asking, "What's

eyes were rimmed

"Your throat's so inflamed-I can't stand knowing you've been

PAGU

Jessica just smiled

her, breaking free from the past-even though it

over helped a lot. I barely feel any

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

fully equipped, with a private

away, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes,

door behind him, and

been holding back poured down, streaming over

against his chest, as if