Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 220

Jessica returned to her small apartment and, exhausted from staying up late the night before, went to bed early.

“No—ah—!”

No—please—

In her dream, her eyes reflected the searing glow of flames. The fire raged, painting everything red and orange.

Timothy was still inside.

She tried to call for help, using all her strength, but no sound would come out.

She struggled in the nightmare, frantic and powerless, watching Timothy run into the burning inferno.

It was so dangerous!

“No… no…”

Jessica jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead.

Even as she woke, the terror and worry from her dream clung to her.

On instinct, she reached for her throat. Just now, she could’ve sworn she’d made a sound!

She’d tried so hard—her throat still tingled as if it had vibrated with effort.

Her eyes widened in shock.

She’d been mute for years, not a single sound able to escape her lips.

But just now, in the dream…

Releasing her grip on her neck, she clutched at the blanket. Could it be possible? Had she really made a sound?

After all these years of silence, she could hardly believe it.

Was she still dreaming?

But the sensation—the feeling of something rough and raw rising in her throat—was almost painfully real.

She tried again, forcing an “ah” out.

There it was: a faint vibration, the ghost of a voice, rasping from her throat.