Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 97

Her darling son was now siding with outsiders to deceive her…

And yet, just a sliver of kindness from Timothy was enough to make her doubt everything she'd believed.

She even caught herself hoping to hear his explanation, longing for him to make it all clear.

But what kind of explanation did she expect, really? He'd taken Sheila on a business trip and they were staying together. What was there left to explain?

She felt utterly useless.

A single gentle word from Timothy, and she crumbled.

If Timothy truly cared about her, why had it taken him seven years to remember her birthday?

Love really was a master illusionist, blinding people to the truth.

Jessica picked up her phone, left the bedroom, and handed it back to Mabel.

Mabel noticed how pale Jessica looked. She wanted to ask if there had been a fight with Mr. Smith, but didn't dare press further. Ever since Sheila had appeared in their lives, the whole house felt tense and on edge.

Jessica typed a message on her phone.

"Mabel, I'm craving those crystal dumplings from Velvet Fork. I'm heading out for a bit."

"Please be safe, ma'am."

Jessica slipped off her wedding ring and set it gently on the vanity.

She didn't take anything with her except her small purse as she stepped out.

Standing by the curb, she waited for a cab.

Suddenly, a familiar car pulled up beside her. The window rolled down halfway and Herbert leaned out.

"Hey, Little Mute, where you headed?"

Jessica signed, "Why are you here?"

"Just passing through. Hop in—wherever you're going, I'll give you a ride."

Herbert got out and opened the passenger door. Jessica hesitated, then slid into the seat.

As the car pulled away, Herbert glanced over. "So, Little Mute, you still haven't told me where you want to go."

Jessica started signing again, "Take me to the train station. I want to go home."