Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 222

Jessica quickly signed, “It’s not that I don’t trust you.”

The real problem was that she’d been spending too much time around Herbert lately. Timothy would definitely assume Herbert was helping her, and she couldn’t predict what Timothy might do if he got suspicious.

“If you trust me, then stop overthinking it,” Herbert reassured her. “Besides, you don’t even need to go abroad for this treatment. He’s already taught me the method—you can just come to my clinic.”

Jessica was able to speak a little today, though her throat was sore and scratchy. She was already considering whether she’d need to get her vocal cords checked at the hospital tomorrow. After all, she hadn’t spoken in years; her vocal cords had probably atrophied.

She didn’t feel comfortable seeing any other doctor—one slip and people might find out. Right now, she could only make a faint sound; she still wasn’t sure if she’d ever truly speak again. If others caught wind of this, there’d be endless speculation and gossip.

When it came to medical issues like this, Herbert was the safest option.

Now that the Wheeler family drama had settled down for the time being, she was just seeing Herbert for treatment—not asking him to recommend a divorce attorney. If she kept a low profile and didn’t let Timothy find out, it shouldn’t cause any trouble for the Wheelers.

Jessica mulled it over for a long time before finally nodding her agreement.

By then, Sheila had already left The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Timothy had answered her questions, but nothing he said satisfied her. Over the years, she and Timothy had crossed paths plenty of times, but this time, now that she was back in the country, Sheila felt as if something fundamental had changed.

After Sheila left, Timothy didn’t return to his room. Instead, he dialed Mr. Smith.

“Still awake?”

“Yeah, I’m up. What’s up, Tim, calling so late?”

“I’m your main investor for this new film. Think you can squeeze in a role for someone?”

Mr. Smith chuckled. “Tim, are you trying to play the casting couch game now?”

“You could say that.”