Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 295

Timothy didn't so much as flinch.

Herbert's fist, thrown with all the force he could muster, connected hard with the side of Timothy's face.

Blood trickled from the corner of Timothy's mouth.

Unhurried, Timothy raised his thumb and wiped the blood away.

He didn't fight back. Herbert, seeing that, suddenly found the urge to keep swinging just draining out of him.

Timothy pulled a wet wipe from the table and slowly dabbed at the blood on his fingertips, oddly struck by a fleeting appreciation for the old man's scheming. At least now he knew one thing: Jessica genuinely cared about The Wheeler Group.

He stood up, taking his time. Herbert was tall-six-foot-one, maybe a touch more. At that height, anyone could be intimidating.

But Timothy, at six-foot-two and carrying the unmistakable air of someone born with every advantage, still managed to overshadow Herbert.

low, steady. "Fine by me. But I don't take hits for

could feel her anger boiling over

"And what about me? If I hit

of his mouth. Every

even had a chance to eat. Dinner's cold, my appetite's gone. Go cool off, and

seized Jessica's

dragged Jessica toward

had no choice but to go with

knew she couldn't let her own decisions

gripping her other hand. "You're not

if she went back, he'd never see her

clamped down on Herbert's wrist. "Touch her again, and

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