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.

settle, her restless muttering

on Sheila's sleeping face, his expression complicated, his thoughts impossible to

night. It wasn't until dawn crept in through the hospital window that he finally nodded off, slumped over at

Sheila opened her eyes, Timothy was the first thing she

asleep, his features were striking-handsome

She knew, deep down, he still cared about

out, wanting to touch his face, but withdrew her

hunched over in a chair, his coat pocket gaped open, revealing a slim, elegant box-the kind jewelry

jewelry, it was always for

Either Jessica, or her.

slid the box out and tucked

woke, daylight was streaming through

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, your illness

her phone and typed a message: I understand.

trying his

with her. "Your

to treat. I know

to accept, but if you refuse treatment, you have no chance at

surgery may become possible."

a transplant would require a matching

all this when

people waiting

her-chemotherapy itself might be

didn't want to gamble on such slim

conservative treatment, she could