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

standing out here

from Timothy, anyway? Playing the gallant

no desire to linger at the entrance to Lawson Enterprises either. She

knew she'd have to talk

Timothy made a beeline for

the sink, bracing himself against the cool marble, and spat a mouthful

Vince came in. Seeing the blood, his eyes widened in shock. "Herbert really didn't hold back, did

his lips pressed tight and hadn't said a

on the

the blood,

up some water

cold and sharp, flicked to Vince.

seemed to get

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

Timothy's voice cut him off, harder

act. "Seriously, you should see a doctor. Don't ignore it and end up with something