Goodbye, Mr. Regret

She still needed to confirm which hospital it was.

When Timothy left the house, he'd only caught a glimpse of the ambulance's rear bumper-he hadn't seen which hospital it belonged to.

Henry was still half-conscious when they brought him out, his cheeks flushed with fever.

Timothy's expression was grim.

If Jessica had done her job, Henry wouldn't be suffering through this.

They settled Henry into a hospital room while Timothy waited anxiously outside. He questioned the nurse and learned that Henry's high fever had triggered the coma-a mild case of pneumonia, they said. Recovery would take some time, but there was no need to worry.

Timothy stepped into the room. Sheila was gently wiping Henry's face with a damp cloth. When she noticed Timothy, she looked up and said, "Timothy, you should go check on Jessica."

Without waiting for a reply, Sheila turned her attention back to Henry, carefully cleaning his hands.

Timothy's frustration only deepened. These were things Jessica should have been doing.

phone rang. He stepped out of the

found her. Mrs. Lawson was taken to

and stepped into the

Jessica regained consciousness quickly in the emergency room. The doctor advised her to have a full check-up, having noticed something concerning, but Jessica didn't want anyone else to know about her cancer. She told the doctor she'd already been

room was empty. He asked around and found out Jessica had

chest burned with

remembered she'd blocked him.

back seat of a cab, saw Timothy's name flash on her screen. She suddenly recalled that, when she'd been trapped in the car-sick and

Jessica calmly added Timothy's number to her

hadn't picked up, which only poured

popped up—an unread message. He opened it: a missed call alert from Jessica, just after

brow tightened, frustration twisting his thoughts. He quickly tried her number again, but this time, she'd already blocked

his call just now and ignored