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.

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

immediately sensed something was off. He frowned, tilting his small face up to Timothy. "Dad, is Mom upset

lips together, offering no

his silence as confirmation. He walked

made her fingers

her hand a gentle shake, his voice sweet and coaxing. "Mom, Miss Sheila's only staying with us because she gets

Jessica lowered her head.

ever, but

brought his lover into their home with open arms, and now her own son was siding with an outsider. Any show

bitter ache spread from her stomach

her trembling hand

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

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

about to slap her. Jessica squeezed her eyes shut and turned

hung in the air, but when

as he lowered his

go? Then get out of