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.

less than twenty seconds, beads of sweat broke

for you. When it hurt, it was

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

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 you accuse Sheila of faking

could you do this? Move, please. Don't keep Dad from taking Miss Sheila to the

turned to

and son for seven years. If

hardened as he

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

unconscious woman in his arms,

He strode away.

Jessica,

the pain, Jessica stumbled and

in Timothy's arms, tilted her head just enough to catch Jessica's