Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"She can talk now. I'd like you to come over and help her with her illness."

Timothy spoke calmly, making his intentions clear.

Herbert let out a cold laugh. "I've been treating her all this time—she's almost cured. So what's with the act? You think just because you're asking me to help her now, it somehow makes up for all the pain you've caused her? That's wishful thinking."

Timothy's voice remained even. "Instead of sneaking around to help her, why not do it openly, with my permission?"

Jessica had told him she couldn't leave for at least a month. She hadn't gone into details, but Herbert knew there must be a good reason.

He didn't want to agree to Timothy's proposal, but in truth, it was the best option right now.

Face-to-face treatment always worked better. The fact that she could speak again was a huge step forward.

If Timothy was reaching out to arrange her treatment, then Jessica must have already returned home.

Timothy was a master at manipulating people's emotions.

Even knowing this, Herbert finally agreed.

Hearing Jessica speak again had always been her dream—and his. He felt responsible to see it through to the end.

After the call ended, Timothy didn't disturb Jessica.

Henry was still staying at the Lawson estate for now. Knowing Jessica probably

didn't want to see him, he headed to the office instead.

Around lunchtime, Mabel knocked on Jessica's bedroom door.

"Ma'am, lunch is ready."

Mabel didn't know the full story between Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, but it was clear enough that Jessica wanted to avoid her husband. Mabel quickly added, "Mr. Lawson's gone out."

She was worried Jessica might skip lunch and go hungry.

Only then did Jessica set down her mouse and open the door.

Mabel smiled. "We made all your favorites for lunch."

"Thank you." Jessica pressed her thumb to her chest in a gesture of gratitude.

ate quietly, then returned

these days, nor would she neglect her

her at all that

arrived, Mabel told him Jessica had already

bedroom door and

headed for the

hand was a brown envelope. He opened it and pulled

life when Jessica was eight; her father had disappeared without

meant she must have been seven at the time, turning eight

lost her voice-probably from the

she have formed

with her grandmother in the house where she

even getting swindled out of a

her own skills and the

wasn't until Ines noticed her and offered sponsorship that life started

read through the file, wave

neglected her far too

marrying her and giving her a comfortable life was enough

for a girl who

to truly understand

wheelchair, Timothy went to the study and fetched the key to the master

quietly unlocked

turned on the

light, he watched her sleep-she looked so

more weight.

she was still

her delicate features, he could see traces

mute, so that

mute

mind. She

one would have ever imagined she might be related

Kon

Yates's personality reminded him a bit

was a tangle of

face, but pulled his hand back,

such lengths,