Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 30

"Miss Jessica, she… she slit her wrists. There was so much blood…"

The next second, the engine roared to life, and Timothy floored the gas pedal.

The car shot forward at breakneck speed.

Jessica instinctively gripped the handle above her window, knuckles white.

Timothy didn't stop for a single red light, weaving recklessly through traffic, barely dodging other cars. Jessica was tossed in her seat, her head spinning, the world outside a blur.

Timothy's lips were pressed into a thin, grim line, his face ashen.

Jessica wanted to tell him to slow down, but no words would come—her voice was lost somewhere inside her.

Her stomach churned violently.

She squeezed her eyes shut, brow furrowed in pain.

But Timothy didn't notice. All his focus was on the road ahead.

Finally, they arrived home.

An ambulance was already parked in front of The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Before the car had even stopped moving, Timothy had flung the door open and bolted out.

Jessica had never seen Timothy—always so measured and composed—so shaken before.

So even the calmest people can lose control…

Jessica's mouth filled with a bitter taste. She snatched some tissues, stumbled out of the car, and half-ran, half-staggered to the nearest trash bin.

Only after she'd emptied her stomach completely did she feel even a little relief.

She wiped her lips, turned around—and saw Timothy carrying Sheila out of the house in his arms, her clothes stained deep red with blood.

Their son trailed behind, his face streaked with tears.

Father and son climbed into the ambulance together.

The siren wailed as it sped off into the distance.

Mabel, their housekeeper, spotted Jessica.

"Ma'am…"

Mabel's heart clenched with worry as she hurried over.

But Jessica suddenly collapsed, crumpling to the ground.

"Ma'am!"