Goodbye, Mr. Regret

A chill autumn wind swept over her, soaking her through and raising a shiver of goosebumps along her skin.

Timothy looked down, unclenching his fist.

The necklace was still there, pressed into his palm—he'd only pretended to throw it away.

Her...

Something inside him felt as if it were being torn loose, a sensation that unsettled him to the core. It was a kind of panic he'd never known before. Not even when facing projects worth billions had he ever felt this way. He strode quickly toward Jessica.

She was still crouched on the lawn, hunched over, searching through the damp grass. Her hands were wet and covered in tiny bits of grass.

Timothy grabbed her wrist and hauled her to her feet. The moment she stumbled into his arms, Jessica fainted.

"Jessica!"

His voice was urgent.

"Jessica? Jessy?"

He called her name again, lightly patting her cheek, but she didn't stir.

his hand to her forehead-she was burning

up

the housekeeper say you brought Mom back and rushed

He started to say something out of concern for his mom, but then remembered how embarrassed he'd been at the paper-cutting

to comfort him, staying by his side

Mom hadn't paid him any

the more his heart ached with

creased. "Is

"There was so much blood. Her forehead was already injured and

the car, then hurried into

housekeepers were clustered around Sheila, feigning concern. Timothy came over and saw that Sheila's forehead was bleeding again, and

all idiots? Why didn't anyone call

you

to

to a second car, ordering the driver to take

them, squeezing into the