Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 110

"Mr. Lawson, we've located your wife. She was found unconscious in her hotel

room. The doctors are trying to resuscitate her."

"What exactly happened?"

Timothy's features darkened, his expression chilling.

"We'll know more once the doctors have stabilized her. Please come to Capital City Hospital as soon as possible."

"I'm already on my way. Thank you."

The driver pulled up short at a roadblock.

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't take you any further. This is as close as I can get."

"That's fine."

Timothy paid the fare, jumped out, and dashed into the rain.

The downpour was relentless; within moments, he was soaked to the bone. His clothes clung to his skin, heavy and uncomfortable, and his shoes quickly filled with water. Disgusted, he kicked them off and left them behind.

He had never been so disheveled, so desperate. Barefoot, he waded through the muddy water, his sharp features set in a grim line, brows drawn so tightly together that a deep crease cut across his forehead.

he pressed on, step by

bathed in harsh, sterile light. The thunder outside had faded

she was in

she was startled to

eyes trembled with

by fear and panic, the only person she'd thought to call for help

ache tightened in her

Are you feeling alright?

shook her

was

house, and she'd spent the entire night in terror. It was her grandmother who'd found her unconscious the next day and rushed her to

on, Jessica hadn't spoken

thunder ever since—afraid of lightning, of

the memories, Jessica didn't ask Herbert how he'd found her. She simply met his gaze, reached out with her unbandaged hand, and gave

and she let her

disturb her. He just sat quietly by her bedside, keeping watch. Before long, Jessica slipped back into

woke again, daylight had filled the room. The rain had stopped; the wind was gone. Sunlight streamed through the

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