Goodbye, Mr. Regret

[There's been a bit of an incident. I won't be able to come over for a while- probably a month or so.]

Herbert stared at Jessica's message, instantly suspecting Timothy was behind this, using some trick or another.

[Did he force you?]

[No. It was a peaceful divorce. We've already signed the papers at city hall, but there's a mandatory waiting period-one month.]

Jessica didn't elaborate beyond that.

Even with the waiting period, if Jessica wanted to leave the country, she could. The fact that she hadn't meant only one thing: Timothy must be holding something over her, something she couldn't risk.

But now that the divorce was filed, Herbert didn't feel like he had any right to pry further. She hadn't received the final papers yet, and if he kept asking, it would only look like he was overstepping.

[If leaving isn't convenient, then at least take care of yourself while you're still here. Remember to do your rehab exercises every day. If you run into any problems, contact me anytime.]

[Okay.]

Meanwhile, Timothy was on the phone with Mr. Smith.

He started by telling Mr. Smith not to pressure Jessica about leaving the country-

she wouldn't be going abroad for at least a month. Then he got to the point: "Didn't you mention a specialist overseas, someone who could treat aphasia? Give me his contact information."

Yesterday afternoon, Jessica had managed to make a sound, but it was a struggle. Today, she was still relying on sign language. Clearly, she still couldn't speak normally. Timothy knew he needed to find a doctor for her.

"Well..."

Mr. Smith hesitated.

"I'm just asking you to recommend a doctor. Why are you being so cagey?"

isn't someone

If it's

about money.

tone grew annoyed. "I thought you Westerners were supposed to be straightforward. Since when

from you," Mr. Smith shot back, half-joking. "Seriously, Timothy, don't ask me about this anymore. I have my reasons. Try another way, all right? In any case, don't worry too much. Your wife's aphasia can be treated. Just

Mr. Smith's words only made Timothy more

the nonsense. I want to know the doctor's name. Just tell

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

"Herbert."

phone almost slipped from his

been treating Jessica's aphasia for some time. Back when he was at Aetherion, he spent seven years in the lab, specializing in acquired aphasia. You probably

Smith's words echoed in Timothy's mind: Seven years in the

had come back

was already

as her husband, he hadn't known

hadn't accidentally made a sound yesterday, would he have

dark even

indefinable emotion welled

a child, that she lost her voice? And what else had she endured, that she

can recall at least a few things from when they were five or six-their parents' faces,

nothing. What else had she been through that he didn't

spent so many years unable to speak. Before

picked up his phone again and

you can on my wife. Everything. I want her

the call,

met a few times in business and exchanged numbers, but they

is unexpected. To what do I

give me