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.

nearly losing her balance. In less than twenty seconds, beads of

you. When it hurt, it was

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

sick to stop us," Timothy said coldly, his striking eyes like a winter frost. He glared at Jessica. "Using such pathetic tricks,

this? Move, please. Don't

heart turned

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 she was truly ill-seriously ill.

gaze hardened as he looked

we don't hurry, Miss Sheila might not get the treatment

the unconscious woman in his arms,

He strode away.

past Jessica, he deliberately

pain, Jessica stumbled and collapsed to the

her head just enough to catch Jessica's eye. She