Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Herbert turned his head, his expression weary.

"Thank you," Sallie said softly.

Herbert looked away, not saying a word. He just didn't have the strength anymore.

Jessica gently pushed his wheelchair out of the room.

Henry watched as Jessica disappeared down the hallway, tears shimmering in his eyes. He wanted to run after her, but he was afraid she'd push him away.

Just then, Timothy was wheeled out.

All eyes immediately shifted to him.

He was still unconscious, drifting in a medicated sleep. But since the doctors had confirmed he was out of danger, they didn't send him back to the ICU—just a regular hospital room this time.

A nurse came over, her tone firm but kind. There were too many people crowding around, she explained, and it would disturb the patient's rest. Timothy was still under anesthesia and wouldn't be waking up soon, so they couldn't all stay in the room.

So Yates, Kane, and Vince waited outside.

and Henry

good news. If he hears Timothy's going

right now," Thurston replied,

lingered on Timothy's battered form, his heart aching. "Aunt Sallie, why

was gentle. "A beam fell on him. It could have been so much worse, but he's safe now. Don't worry,

the nurse called-Henry still needed an IV. Naylor took Henry

the bed, finally allowing herself to breathe. The tension that had gripped her heart all day slowly eased. She reached for Timothy's hand, only to find his fingers clenched tightly into a

remembered before the surgery, Jessica had pressed a ring into

to gently pry open his

Timothy's cheek with trembling fingers, her heart aching for him. "Oh, Timothy why are you so stubborn? If you care about her, why didn't you say something sooner?

that Jessica had learned Herbert had spent seven years researching aphasia-all for her sake, hoping one day she'd speak again. He'd never

Jessica chose Herbert? What would

had given Herbert a private room to rest. After

and quietly went to pour him

away. Instead, he studied her face, his voice tentative. "Is