Goodbye, Mr. Regret

All they could do was wait-wait for Timothy to come out.

Herbert, worried Jessica might collapse, scooped her up and carried her over to the lounge, gently settling her on a chair.

Sallie didn't like seeing Jessica so close to someone else, but she gritted her teeth and said nothing.

Half an hour crept by. Once Phelps and Naylor had finally recovered a bit, Naylor helped Phelps to the waiting area outside the operating room as well.

No one spoke.

Everyone's thoughts were fixed on Timothy's injuries.

Time stretched endlessly.

To the Lawson family, Timothy was their hope.

And for Jessica, the thought of Timothy in danger was unbearable.

Divorce was divorce, but she'd never wished pain or suffering on him-let alone death.

Especially not now, when he'd gotten hurt saving her and Herbert.

she'd first seen him come barreling toward them on his bike, her initial reaction had been

limbs wouldn't

at the hospital that day, too, taking care of

have hired a nurse, but he insisted on being there having family around lifted a patient's

son.

slipped away to visit Henry's room. After all, Henry was his

Henry a few times before; to him, the

Henry was his blood-his

overheard a pair of nurses talking. "Poor kid-so father's in

and now his

Naylor and Phelps moments earlier, told him Timothy had been rushed into surgery

took the stairs two at a time to the third-floor

Herbert beside Jessica in the lounge.

and crouched in front of her, his

moment Jessica saw Vince, the tears she'd held back for so

but never with Vince. He always managed to

"Big brother..."

didn't know why Jessica was

about Timothy?"

just.....” Jessica sobbed, her voice catching in her throat,