Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 56

The house felt cold and empty.

At least Mabel greeted them, stepping forward to take Timothy's coat and bag, hanging them up with practiced care.

Timothy frowned slightly.

"Where's my wife?"

"She's upstairs, in her room."

His brow furrowed deeper. "Has she eaten?"

"Mrs. Carter said she wasn't hungry..."

Timothy didn't hesitate. He went straight upstairs and opened the bedroom door. Jessica sat at her desk, a pair of scissors in hand, focused on cutting out delicate patterns from a piece of paper.

He walked over. Jessica didn't even look up at the sound of his footsteps.

Leaning against the desk, Timothy gazed down at her. "So, you're not making dinner, and you're not eating either?"

Jessica continued snipping the paper, blatantly ignoring him.

of frustration flared in Timothy's chest. Lately, everything felt as if it

voice dropped, shadowed

she set the scissors down, picked up a stack of papers from beside her, and handed

at him, sharp

in his fist

"You'd throw away a perfectly

in sign language, her movements sharp. *What

continued, her hands steady. *Tell me, Timothy. Is a 'good life' a husband who's always away on business, who brings another woman to

her hands still moving. *Or is it that

followed her eyes to the

turned his head, meeting Jessica's cool,

a moment, a faint smile curved Timothy's lips,

a fight, expecting their argument to end with him storming out-a perfect

But she recovered quickly.

the subject,* she signed,

who took down the photo. You wanted proper wedding pictures, didn't you? I'll arrange

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