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.

Sheila seemed to settle, her restless muttering fading into

eyes-dark and unreadable-rested on Sheila's sleeping face, his expression

wasn't until dawn crept in through the hospital window that he

Sheila opened her eyes, Timothy

asleep, his features were striking-handsome

lips. She knew, deep down, he still cared about

face, but withdrew her

in a chair, his coat pocket

jewelry, it was always for one

Either Jessica, or her.

quietly slid the box out and

the time Jessica woke, daylight was streaming through her hospital

and vomiting were triggered by anger. If you keep this up, your illness will only worsen. I strongly recommend you stay in the hospital and rest. Otherwise, I can't

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

trying his

with her. "Your illness

to treat. I know you're

accept, but if you refuse treatment, you have no chance at all. Medicine has

surgery may become possible."

transplant would require a

had explained all this when she was first

were far too many people waiting

her-chemotherapy itself might be more than she

Jessica didn't want to gamble on such slim

conservative treatment, she