Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Herbert wasn't any less angry just because Jessica tried to stop him.

What Timothy had done to Jessica was simply unforgivable.

The girl they all called Little Mute couldn't speak, and all her family was gone. Life had already handed her more than enough pain.

If she'd agreed to marry Timothy, it was certainly out of genuine affection.

And how had Timothy treated her in return?

Every time Herbert thought about all those nights Little Mute must have spent crying herself to sleep because of Timothy's relentless cruelty, his heart twisted with pain and fury. He wanted nothing more than to take a swing at Timothy himself, knowing even that wouldn't be enough to vent his anger.

But he understood why Little Mute was worried-so he forced himself to rein in the raw aggression that threatened to spill over.

"I'm sorry. I lost my temper," he muttered.

Meanwhile, Timothy let go of Vince's hand and strode off toward the main entrance of Lawson Enterprises.

He couldn't stand to see Jessica right now.

"Timothy..." Vince called after him, following close behind.

glance, then turned to Jessica.

didn't want Jessica standing

kind of attitude was that from Timothy, anyway? Playing the gallant protector for show,

at the entrance to Lawson Enterprises either. She picked up the golf club she'd dropped and followed Herbert to

to talk Herbert

a beeline for the ground

over the sink, bracing himself against the cool marble, and spat a mouthful of blood into the

blood, his eyes widened in shock. "Herbert really didn't hold

Timothy had kept his lips pressed tight

on

the

up some water to rinse

flicked to Vince. "So. The three of you were

seemed to get

concern. "You're coughing up blood. That's probably internal bleeding-we should get you- checked out at the hospital. If

with them?" Timothy's voice cut him off, harder than

up the act. "Seriously, you should see a doctor. Don't ignore it