Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Not afraid of offending Timothy in the least.

"So, Mr. Herbert, are you trying to steal my woman?" Timothy's tone was cold, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

Herbert just smiled, calm and unbothered. “You mean the woman you were just holding? Relax, I'm not interested. You don't have to worry about me making a move on her. In fact, President Lawson, I wish you both a long and happy life together."

Timothy's eyes narrowed, a chill flashing across his face.

"If a doctor can't understand what his patient really needs, he's bound to make a fatal mistake."

The two men traded barbs, their words polite but edged with hostility. The tension in the room crackled like smoke before a gunfight.

Herbert's lips curved in a smirk and he raised his brows, utterly unfazed. "I never imagined President Lawson was so compassionate, worrying about my career with such concern. But I have plenty of confidence in my medical skills. No need for you to trouble yourself. Why not save your big-hearted care for someone else, someone who actually needs it?"

Little Mute was gentle and soft, easily bullied-she'd swallow her grievances without a word. But Herbert wasn't so easy to push around.

Timothy's expression darkened to stormy black.

"Timothy."

in, her hand braced against the wall as

are you wandering around like this?" "I've finished my check-up. Nothing serious. The doctor said I just need to drink more water and suck on some throat lozenges." Her voice was still a

get you to a

her face earnest. "I just spoke to the ENT specialist-Dr. Wheeler, right? Hello,

cared much for the tea in his hand; the strong flavor made his stomach turn. Sheila's concerned question suddenly made Timothy feel a stab of guilt. He'd been so focused on seeing Jessica with Herbert, he hadn't even thought to ask if Jessica was sick-was that why she'd come to the hospital? Jessica, of course, didn't want people to know about her throat

And since Jessica was divorcing Timothy anyway, why bother letting

"She's perfectly fine. Not sick at all. Well, unless you count having grass growing out of her head-a very serious condition that really ought to

you being so hostile? Timothy and I are just worried

little bit of guilt

to the hospital anyway? There was only one reason for that she'd

charmer, wasn't she? Always attracting

one growing grass on his

turned to him. "Let's