Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince dialed Herbert's number without hesitation.

She never wanted her family to know about her cancer. She didn't want anyone else to know, either.

But Herbert owned a hospital-he was the only person Vince could trust with the truth.

As soon as Herbert answered, he heard the urgency in Vince's voice. "Which hospital do you run?"

"What's going on?"

"Jessy's lost consciousness. She's had liver cancer for four months."

Herbert's phone nearly slipped from his hands.

"She didn't want to worry her family or anyone close to her. She's been hiding it from everyone. I'm taking her to the hospital now, but whichever place I choose, there's a risk someone will find out. So you're the only one I can turn to."

Herbert's voice trembled. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why did you wait so long?"

But he caught himself, his tone shifting quickly to panic. "Bring her to YS Private Hospital. I'll meet you there and prep the ER."

Jessica was unconscious. This wasn't the time for blame-saving her came first.

"I'm on my way."

at the hospital already, so no one was home to see

onto a gurney

with Vince in the hallway

nerves were frayed. "Cancer isn't some minor thing. She wanted to keep it secret, but how could you go along with

had a

so long for Jessica to finally leave her husband, waited for his chance —and now, this news

she was diagnosed, four months ago. The doctors said she'd missed the window for surgery-she only had about six months left. So

realized she still wanted

treatments would be more

There, they

showing signs of weakening. There

transplant.”

divorce with Timothy. After she got back, she went looking for her biological father Luckily, she found out the truth about her background. Not long ago, Yates and I both got tested as potential donors, but neither of

home and wanted to be a good daughter, not put that kind of worry on her family. She planned to finalize the divorce with Timothy, then

never thought she'd collapse

crushed by

so much he could

living with cancer all this time—going through so much,