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.

clutched her stomach, nearly losing her balance. In less than twenty

cancer for you. When it hurt, it

there was no real grudge between them. He just needed someone to play the role of his mom in public, so no one would realize she

eyes like a winter frost. He glared at Jessica. "Using such pathetic tricks, and you accuse Sheila of faking it? Jessica, when did you

Move, please. Don't keep Dad from taking Miss Sheila to the

turned to

for seven years. If they'd ever paid her even

as he

let's go! If we don't hurry, Miss Sheila might not get the treatment

glanced at the unconscious woman in his arms,

He strode away.

he brushed past Jessica, he deliberately bumped

pain, Jessica

arms, tilted her head just enough to