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!"

the house. All she needed was to take her

landed somewhere unfamiliar, it would only delay things, and there

let him

it was; that secret was her last card, her last escape

would

you're in so much pain. You need a

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

resolute, that Timothy had no choice but to back down. He told the pilot to stick to the original

in agony, using every ounce of strength she had

anymore. He unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her

had no energy left to protest. She

embrace was

of place she'd wanted to lean on more times than she

her lowest. He was always so calm, so unshakeable; deep down, she believed he could make her feel

hand slipped under her sweater, coming to rest on her abdomen, his palm

he

suffering, every emotion

a devastating kind

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

to answer, she stayed silent. Timothy did what

her stomach, trying to soothe her, to ease

someone in

ie'

ет

when you hurt, that pain cuts even deeper because of them and yet, when you see them, you

the one you once loved with all your

you've wanted to leave the island

We'rest there. Once we're

your wish will finally come

distract her

on the pain only made it

surprise I want to tell you

Jessica hesitated, skeptical.

from him? More likely a

want to

him a blank

trust me anymore, do

She still said nothing.

"That's okay. You'll believe me