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.

them a glance, then turned to Jessica.

didn't want Jessica standing

was that from Timothy, anyway? Playing the gallant protector for show, then walking off without a

no desire to linger at the entrance to Lawson Enterprises either. She picked up the golf club she'd dropped

to talk Herbert down

Timothy made a beeline for the ground floor

cool marble, and spat a

the blood, his eyes widened

his lips pressed tight and hadn't said a

turned on

the

up some water

eyes, cold and sharp, flicked to Vince. "So. The

seemed to

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

Timothy's voice cut him off, harder than

should see a doctor.