Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 151

Did she really have no choice but to surrender to Timothy, to accept all his decisions without question?

No. She couldn't just sit back and wait for fate to crush her.

Jessica squared her shoulders and strode toward the pirate ship ride.

By now, after a few minutes, the ride had come to a stop.

Sheila was clutching her chest, her face almost ghostly pale.

Henry, who looked so much like a young Timothy, was gazing at her with open worry and guilt. "Miss Sheila, are you okay? This is all my fault. I shouldn't have asked you to ride with me-the ship went so high, I was terrified myself."

Timothy unbuckled his seatbelt, his eyes gentle. "Are you hurt?"

"Timothy, I... my legs... I can't seem to stand up..."

Sheila's gaze happened to land on Jessica just then. With a practiced flutter of her lashes, she rolled her eyes back and fainted on the spot.

"Miss Sheila!"

"Sheila!"

and son called out together, their

arms, lifting her with effortless grace—a fairy-tale rescue, so smooth and natural it

off the ride, Sheila limp

up, choking back tears. "Dad,

fine," Timothy said, his voice unwavering, though there was

up-and there was

tightened reflexively around Sheila, but he didn't slow his

front of them, signing, "I

Herbert into this mess. The divorce was between her and Timothy. If he promised not to take it out on Herbert, she'd leave

indignation. "Mom, can't you see Miss Sheila's passed out? Can't this wait until we get home tonight? What if you delay her getting help-can you take that

icy. "Even a six-year-old knows

command with a

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