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."

pressed her thumb to her chest

then returned

risk her health these days, nor would she neglect her

didn't bother her

he arrived, Mabel told him Jessica

master bedroom door and found

headed for

envelope. He opened it

taken her own life when Jessica was eight; her father had disappeared

have been seven at

same year she lost her voice-probably from the trauma of

six. How could she have formed such a deep bond with her adoptive

live with her grandmother in the house where

getting swindled out of a large sum. Overworked and devastated, her grandmother fell seriously ill and eventually passed

only twelve or thirteen, survived on her own skills

wasn't until Ines noticed her and

as he read through the file, wave after wave

neglected her far too

her and giving her

girl who couldn't

never tried to truly understand

Timothy went to the study

unlocked the

turned on the bedside

sleep-she looked so

more weight.

she was

features, he

mute, so that

mute

She hadn't

one would have ever

Kon

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

was a

touch her face, but pulled his