Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He still hadn't managed to explain things to Jessica.

"Timothy..."

Sheila, still unconscious, murmured Timothy's name in a dreamlike whisper.

Kane immediately turned his head and saw that Timothy had already turned away.

"Timothy, are you leaving?"

"Timothy... Timothy... I won't let anything happen to you... Timothy..."

Sheila's brows were tightly furrowed, her lips moving restlessly as she called out his name over and over.

Kane assumed Sheila needed Timothy.

But only Timothy truly understood what she was saying.

She was having a nightmare...

Timothy turned and walked back to her bedside.

Kane rose from his chair, pressed his lips together, and said carelessly, "She clearly needs you more. I'll get out of your way."

With that, Kane left the room.

Timothy sat down, his brow furrowed with worry.

to settle, her

unreadable-rested on Sheila's sleeping face,

through the hospital window that he finally nodded

opened her eyes, Timothy was the first thing

asleep, his features were striking-handsome

lips. She knew, deep down, he

touch his face, but withdrew her hand,

over in a chair, his coat pocket gaped

bought jewelry, it was always for one

Either Jessica, or her.

box out and tucked it

daylight

was awake, spoke up at once. "Ms. Greene, you have liver cancer. You must avoid emotional stress. Yesterday, your internal bleeding and vomiting were triggered by anger. If you keep this up,

up her phone and typed a message: I understand. I

doctor sighed, trying

her. "Your

treat. I

to accept, but if you refuse treatment, you have no chance at all. Medicine has advanced-not all

surgery may become possible."

a transplant would require

had explained all this when

were far too many people waiting for organ

itself might

why Jessica didn't want to gamble

conservative treatment, she could