Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"She can talk now. I'd like you to come over and help her with her illness."

Timothy spoke calmly, making his intentions clear.

Herbert let out a cold laugh. "I've been treating her all this time—she's almost cured. So what's with the act? You think just because you're asking me to help her now, it somehow makes up for all the pain you've caused her? That's wishful thinking."

Timothy's voice remained even. "Instead of sneaking around to help her, why not do it openly, with my permission?"

Jessica had told him she couldn't leave for at least a month. She hadn't gone into details, but Herbert knew there must be a good reason.

He didn't want to agree to Timothy's proposal, but in truth, it was the best option right now.

Face-to-face treatment always worked better. The fact that she could speak again was a huge step forward.

If Timothy was reaching out to arrange her treatment, then Jessica must have already returned home.

Timothy was a master at manipulating people's emotions.

Even knowing this, Herbert finally agreed.

Hearing Jessica speak again had always been her dream—and his. He felt responsible to see it through to the end.

After the call ended, Timothy didn't disturb Jessica.

Henry was still staying at the Lawson estate for now. Knowing Jessica probably

didn't want to see him, he headed to the office instead.

Around lunchtime, Mabel knocked on Jessica's bedroom door.

"Ma'am, lunch is ready."

Mabel didn't know the full story between Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, but it was clear enough that Jessica wanted to avoid her husband. Mabel quickly added, "Mr. Lawson's gone out."

She was worried Jessica might skip lunch and go hungry.

Only then did Jessica set down her mouse and open the door.

Mabel smiled. "We made all your favorites for lunch."

you." Jessica pressed her thumb to her chest in a gesture of

then returned to her

these days, nor would she neglect

bother her at

arrived, Mabel told him

bedroom door

headed for

a brown envelope. He opened it

own life when Jessica was eight; her father had

must have been seven at the time, turning

lost her voice-probably from the

have formed

with her grandmother in the house where she still

out of a large sum. Overworked and

on her own skills and the

wasn't until Ines noticed her and offered

file, wave

neglected her

her a comfortable

a girl

to truly

to the study and fetched the key to

quietly unlocked the

on the bedside

he watched her sleep-she looked so fragile, as if she'd lost

more weight.

she was

features, he could see

was mute, so that

mute

his mind. She hadn't had much

one would have ever

Kon

Vince had once commented that Yates's personality reminded him a bit

was a tangle of

out, wanting to touch her face, but pulled