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!"

together, their concern

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

off the ride, Sheila limp

panic, half-ran to keep up, choking back tears. "Dad, Miss Sheila's going to be okay,

unwavering, though there was

up-and there

tightened reflexively around Sheila,

them, signing, "I need

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

voice cut through the air, cold and sharp with indignation. "Mom, can't you see Miss Sheila's passed out? Can't this wait until we

tone icy. "Even a six-year-old knows better

command with a

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