Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 467

Chapter 467

She'd been having a nightmare, but what really woke her was the pain.

She'd gone a whole day without her medication.

That was something she simply couldn't do.

Jessica turned her face away, refusing to look at him.

But the pain was so sharp, so overwhelming, that she could barely endure it; half- reclined in the plane's seat, her body curled up uncontrollably.

Timothy's panic only grew. He gripped her arm, his voice tight with worry. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Leave me alone!" she snapped, shoving his hand away.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be suffering this way.

She hadn't been born with liver disease. The doctors said her illness was the result of years of bottled-up emotions.

She'd been getting better-distancing herself from Timothy and his son, faithfully taking the medicine prescribed for her conservative treatment. The cancer cells had even shown signs of shrinking, giving her a real chance at surgery.

But now, he was about to ruin everything again.

"You're my wife. How could I not care? Is it your stomach? Let me help-maybe a little massage-"

She'd been asleep for seven or eight hours; they must be almost there.

Jessica's forehead was slick with sweat. This pain-no massage could possibly ease it.

"Don't touch me."

She pushed him away again.

Timothy stared at the perspiration beading on her brow, then called out to the pilot, "Contact the nearest airstrip. We need to land as soon as possible."

They were already back in the country. It didn't matter if they didn't go straight to Riverside City.

With her in this state, he had to get her to a hospital.

"Timothy! Don't change course. Take us home, straight home!"

All she needed was to take her pills, and she'd

have her medication ready and on time. If they landed somewhere unfamiliar, it would only

never, ever let him

him as it was; that

would

in so

I just need to rest. I want to go home, Timothy. Please-I don't want

down. He told the pilot to stick to the original

was in agony, using every ounce of strength she had just to hold herself

unbuckled her seatbelt and

so all-consuming she had no energy left to protest. She let

embrace was familiar and

was steady, comforting—the kind of place she'd wanted to lean

so calm, so unshakeable; deep down, she believed he

large hand slipped under her sweater, coming to rest on her abdomen, his palm radiating heat through

he

every emotion is raw

care-it's a

to resist, but the pain had already drowned out any strength to

silent. Timothy did what he could,

soothe her,

always someone in

ie'

ет

that pain cuts even deeper because of them and

you once loved with all

the

We'rest there. Once we're

wish will finally

to distract

only made it worse-he knew that, and

surprise I want to tell

Jessica hesitated, skeptical.

surprise from him? More likely a shock or a

you want to

gave him a blank

don't trust me anymore,

She still said nothing.

her tighter. "That's okay. You'll believe