Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy didn't lay a hand on her.

Maybe all he wanted was to scare Little Mute into going back.

Jessica signed, "You're getting better every day, you know. I'm honestly so proud

of you."

But Herbert couldn't share in her happiness-not with the Wheeler family

breathing down his neck. He was still under their thumb.

Little Mute refused to drag him into her troubles. He couldn't protect her openly,

not when it would only make things worse for her.

He forced a wry smile. "I'm not nearly as impressive as you think I am."

“To me, you're already wonderful,” Jessica signed softly, her gestures full of warmth. "Don't overthink any of this. I understand."

She was well aware of the real reason behind everything. Timothy's actions were cruel in ways words couldn't express.

Using the Wheeler Group to threaten Herbert had left him cornered. In a world defined by competition and pride, no man wanted to feel bested by another. If it hadn't been for his desire to help her, none of this mess would even exist.

They'd known each other since childhood. To have things come to this, right in front of her, would surely bruise his pride.

Jessica never cared about things like

Jessica divorced Timothy and cut

helping her recover her voice. It was rare to get her away from Riverside City, and he finally had time to help with her treatment. If he could schedule the minimally invasive surgery soon, it would

their fears -her throat had been injured

had they returned to Herbert's office than he pulled Jessica into a

corner of her lips, he might never have known what she'd truly endured, even after reading the medical

heart ached so badly it felt

monster Timothy-how could he

Little Mute, desperate to protect her, but inadvertently

squirmed, trying to free herself, until he finally realized

hands, asking, "What's

eyes were rimmed red.

mumbling, "Your throat's so inflamed-I can't stand

PAGU

just smiled

the past-even though it hurt-was already

alright. The medicine you had sent over helped

dropped to a whisper. "Wait here for

and fully equipped, with a private

away, tears slipped from the corners of

hurried into the bathroom, closed the door

been holding back

pounded it against his chest, as if trying to stop