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

cancer for you. When it hurt,

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.

like a winter frost. He glared at Jessica. "Using such pathetic tricks, and you accuse

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

heart turned to

and son for seven years. If they'd ever paid her even a little attention,

hardened as

go! If we don't hurry, Miss Sheila might

woman in his arms, his cold eyes finally

He strode away.

brushed past Jessica, he

weak from the pain, Jessica

enough to catch Jessica's eye. She