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.

yet. The test results show your nerves have healed much more than before, which

in years. If her body was healing on its

into her palm-a silent

would have to take his eyes off the road to

followed Herbert's car all the way

got out and walked together to the

Lawson. But he'd been told simply to pick up Mrs. Lawson and bring her home-nothing more. If he 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

respects, Secretary Allen hurried over as they

back to Riverside City as soon as possible,"

him I'm

Allen frowned, helpless. "Mrs. Lawson, I don't

tell

put his arm around Jessica's shoulders and steered her toward his car, holding the door

Allen quickly caught up, his tone urgent. "Mrs. Lawson, President Lawson was very clear-he wants

want to make things harder for him. She took out her phone