Goodbye, Mr. Regret

A chill autumn wind swept over her, soaking her through and raising a shiver of goosebumps along her skin.

Timothy looked down, unclenching his fist.

The necklace was still there, pressed into his palm—he'd only pretended to throw it away.

Her...

Something inside him felt as if it were being torn loose, a sensation that unsettled him to the core. It was a kind of panic he'd never known before. Not even when facing projects worth billions had he ever felt this way. He strode quickly toward Jessica.

She was still crouched on the lawn, hunched over, searching through the damp grass. Her hands were wet and covered in tiny bits of grass.

Timothy grabbed her wrist and hauled her to her feet. The moment she stumbled into his arms, Jessica fainted.

"Jessica!"

His voice was urgent.

"Jessica? Jessy?"

He called her name again, lightly patting her cheek, but she didn't stir.

He pressed his hand to her forehead-she was burning up.

Without hesitation, he scooped her up and rushed toward his car.

Just then, Henry came running out of the house, panic in his voice. "Dad, Miss Sheila heard the housekeeper say you brought Mom back and rushed downstairs to apologize. She slipped and fell down the stairs-there's a lot of blood. Please, come quick!"

Only then did Henry notice Jessica in Timothy's arms-her eyes closed, her clothes drenched, hands dirty. He started to say something out of concern for his mom, but then remembered how embarrassed he'd been at the paper-cutting contest earlier because of her. The words caught in his throat.

He'd felt so sad today, so hurt. Sheila had been the one to comfort him, staying by his side all morning and into the afternoon.noveldrama

But Mom... Mom hadn't paid him any attention for so long.

The more he thought about it, the more his heart ached with resentment over her neglect.

Timothy's brow creased. "Is it serious?"

Henry nodded fervently. "There was so much blood. Her forehead was already injured and the wound reopened."

Timothy gently settled Jessica in the car, then hurried into the house.

Mabel and several housekeepers were clustered around Sheila, feigning concern. Timothy came over and saw that Sheila's forehead was bleeding again, and she was unconscious. His voice turned

sharp. "Are you all idiots? Why didn't anyone call an ambulance?"

Mabel replied timidly, "Sir, I thought since you were home, it'd be faster if we

drove her to the hospital ourselves."

Frustrated, Timothy picked Sheila up and carried her to a second car, ordering the driver to take her straight to the hospital.

Henry ran after them, squeezing into the car with Sheila.

Timothy's face darkened. "What are you doing? Your mother's with me. I'm driving her. Come with us."

But Henry clung to Sheila's arm, his voice small and wounded. "Miss Sheila's been with me all day. She's hurt now, and I want to stay with her too. Mom has you-she'll be okay. But Miss Sheila... she's all alone and she's hurt worse. She shouldn't have to go through this by herself."

Timothy pressed his lips together.

Henry was right. Jessica had him.

But Sheila...

He let Henry stay.

The driver sped off with Henry and Sheila, and Timothy got into his own car.

They at the hospital almost out to meet them, a start

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were hurried into the ER.