Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica turned her head away. She couldn't speak, and even if she could, she was no match for him.

What was the point of explaining further, when he never believed her anyway?

Timothy, growing impatient with her silence, pressed on. "You're disabled, Jessica. You could have a peaceful, comfortable life, but instead you insist on making trouble. What is it that you want?"

He had a new project about to launch—something he'd been preparing for months. He didn't have the time or patience for this.

Jessica's fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned red.

In his eyes, she was nothing but an invalid. She was supposed to be grateful for the life she had now, to count her blessings-speechless or not, she could still live well enough. If it hadn't been for this family, she would never have ended up like this.

Still, Jessica said nothing.

Timothy was nearly at his breaking point.

"Even if you're set on a divorce, you're coming back with me to the family estate today-no arguments."

It was his grandfather's birthday. He had to bring her.

Thud, thud, thud.

A knock sounded at the door.

you ready yet? Great-Grandpa just called-he's asking

the door, but immediately sensed something was off. He frowned, tilting his small face up

pressed his lips together, offering

He walked over to Jessica and

made

Miss Sheila's only staying with us because she gets allergic reactions when she stays in hotels. Don't be so

Jessica lowered her head.

as ever, but his words cut

home with open arms, and now her own son was siding with an outsider.

her stomach up

pulled her

preferred Sheila, then so be it. Let Sheila accompany them

fingers shook as she signed, "I've said it already-I'm not going to

his hand, about to slap her. Jessica squeezed her eyes shut and turned her

in the air, but when no pain came, Jessica

eyes were bloodshot as he lowered his

get out of the Lawson