Goodbye, Mr. Regret

A nurse wheeled Timothy down the hall toward his room, with Naylor hurrying right behind. Secretary Allen stepped forward to steady Phelps, guiding him in the same direction.

"When did he end up in another accident?" Phelps asked, his voice tense.

"A few days ago," Allen replied truthfully. He'd only discovered Timothy was hospitalized when he came by to get his signature on some important documents.

"Do you know how it happened?"

"Not exactly. I didn't dare ask too much."

Phelps let out a frustrated sigh, his brow furrowing deeper. He pressed on, asking what had happened that evening.

Allen recounted everything as it had happened, then handed over Timothy's phone. Blood had dried in streaks along the screen, and the display was frozen on a photo. Phelps tapped to see it more clearly, realizing it had been opened from Vince's social media feed.

and, after a moment, finally understood. Jessica wasn't just anyone-she was Salome. So Timothy

he'd collapse from the stress?" Allen asked, careful

chairman sighed heavily. "Jessica is Vince's younger sister. She and Timothy were inseparable as kids. She knew Timothy had lost his mother, and she'd always try to

So the lady was actually from the Zimmerman family. And President Lawson had coughed up blood-all over a photograph? But deep down, Allen knew President Lawson still

an urgent call. I'll be back

worry about us. We'll stay with Timothy," the chairman

hurried to the end of the hallway and dialed Jessica's

clear the last time they shouldn't have any more contact. Still, she wasn't the kind

her to say hello before blurting,

Allen," Jessica cut him off, her voice firm. "I've already filed for divorce with him. There's just two weeks left in the cooling-off period before it's final. He's agreed to everything. As far as I'm O concerned, we're already finished. Whatever happens to him-hospitalization, fainting, whatever-is none of my business. If you need to inform someone,

touch. If you call me again about him, I'll