Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Quick wit and a sharp tongue were never Jessica's strengths.

Sign language only worked for people who understood it, and even then, it couldn't fully convey her emotions. So, arguing was pointless for her. She could never win.

When she accused Sheila of faking it, neither father nor son believed her. They even argued back. She had no voice; no matter how skillfully her hands moved, it didn't matter.

Would she just give up and stop trying?

Timothy's expression barely shifted, except for a cold smirk. "Didn't you have plenty to say a moment ago? What, no more gestures now?"

A trace of mocking amusement flickered at the corner of Jessica's lips.

Timothy's eyes darkened. "If you've got any pride left, don't come looking for me again. If you have nothing to say, then get out of the way."

He was attacking the Wheeler Group, deliberately forcing her to seek him out- yet now he was provoking her, acting as if she were the nuisance.

Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted in Jessica's abdomen.

her balance. In less than twenty seconds, beads of sweat broke

you. When it hurt, it was

are you okay?" Henry asked, seeing the pain etched on her face. After all, she was his birth mother, and there was no real grudge between them. He just needed someone to play the role of his

could it be? She's just pretending to be sick to stop us," Timothy said coldly, his striking eyes like a winter frost. He glared at Jessica. "Using such pathetic tricks, and

could you do this? Move, please.

turned

heart and soul into caring for this father and son for seven years. If they'd ever paid her even a little attention, they would have known

gaze hardened as

"Dad, let's go! If we don't hurry, Miss Sheila might not

unconscious woman in his arms, his cold

He strode away.

past Jessica, he deliberately bumped

Jessica stumbled and

to catch Jessica's eye. She