Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 226

The moment Timothy caught sight of Herbert standing protectively beside Jessica, his lips pressed into a hard, bloodless line.

Herbert, of course, noticed Timothy as well.

Timothy didn’t bother hiding how intimately he held the woman in his arms; even when running into his own wife, he made no attempt to keep up appearances.

It was outrageous.

Without another glance at Timothy, Jessica turned toward Herbert and quietly signed, “Let’s go.”

She acted as if Timothy didn’t exist.

Both Timothy and Sheila understood Jessica’s sign language.

Sheila, a beat behind everyone else, finally spoke up. “Timothy, Jessica’s right here. You can put me down now.”

Her voice was still rough and low from the strain.

“Don’t talk. Protect your voice,” Timothy replied, his tone clipped but concerned.

Jessica and Herbert were already heading toward the exam room when Timothy’s words drifted to her ears.

Sheila had undergone surgery on her vocal cords. The fact that she could now do voice-overs for her cartoons meant her recovery was complete.

Even so, Timothy hovered over her, fussing about her throat as if it were made of glass.

After settling Sheila into the exam room, Timothy stepped out.

Jessica, meanwhile, quietly told Herbert she didn’t want Timothy knowing about her own throat exam. Herbert nodded, understanding her worry, and led her to his office instead.

“I took a look at your vocal cords with the scope,” Herbert said. “You don’t need a full work-up unless you want one. For now, I’ll give you some medication to help with recovery—herbal supplements, nothing that’ll cause side effects. As for your brain scans, I want to take another careful look and maybe consult a colleague.”

Jessica nodded in agreement.

Herbert handed her the medicine.

She said her goodbyes, making it clear she had no desire to run into Timothy.

Things had come to this; Jessica no longer wanted to feed Herbert empty stories about loving Timothy or refusing a divorce. She’d only said those things before to keep Herbert from getting dragged into her mess.

But at this point, even if she wanted to keep lying, she couldn’t.

With Timothy holding Sheila like that, even the blind could see what was really going on.