Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica's hands were full, making conversation impossible.

But Herbert could already guess what she wanted to say.

"Wondering why I'm here?" he asked with a half-smile.

Jessica nodded.

"I came to visit my grandfather's grave, and thought I'd stop by your grandmother's too. I can't even count how many meals she made for me when I was a kid."

Of course, the real reason was to keep Jessica company.

He knew today was the Thanksgiving Day, and Jessica would be here to pay respects to her grandmother and mother.

Herbert reached out, taking the offerings and flowers from Jessica's arms. “Let's do this together."

He loaded the items into the trunk, then opened the car door for her.

Once they were inside, Jessica began sharing her morning's speech therapy practice. She admitted it was still tough—even the simplest sounds wouldn't come out right.

her. "You haven't started treatment yet. The test results show your nerves have healed much more than before, which is why you're suddenly making some

body was healing on its own,

pressed her thumb into her palm-a silent

to take his eyes off the road to watch, and she didn't want to be

followed Herbert's car all

parking, Herbert and Jessica got out and walked

reported that she was visiting the cemetery with another man, President Lawson would probably lose his temper. That would only make work harder for everyone. No need to make trouble for himself, Allen

Secretary Allen hurried over as they returned to

to drive you back to Riverside City as soon as possible,"

instinctively signed, **Tell him

frowned, helpless. "Mrs. Lawson, I don't understand sign

in, translating smoothly. "She says to tell President Lawson

Herbert put his arm around Jessica's shoulders and steered her toward

his tone urgent. "Mrs. Lawson, President Lawson was very clear-he wants

harder for him. She took out her phone