Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 131

She was already one of the top talents in her field.

If Jessica returned to the scene now, and with Ines paving the way and mentoring her... in the future—

No. She couldn't let herself lose.

Timothy's heart was slipping further and further away, stolen by Jessica.

Her hard-won career—she couldn't let Jessica beat her again.

Timothy had practically dragged Jessica back to his room, pressing her against the door as he locked it behind them.

"You still haven't answered my question," he said, his voice low.

He was so close, she could feel his breath on her cheek.

She shoved him away, annoyance flashing in her eyes as she signed furiously, *"And what if I do? When have you ever respected my choices?"*

Jessica's expression was full of stubborn defiance.

Timothy let out a soft, humorless laugh. "So this is the real you, huh? All that meekness before—it was just an act? You kept so much from me. Was it supposed to be a surprise?"

He moved in closer, eyes narrowing. "Tell me—what is it you really want?"

Some things he didn't want to hear from anyone else. He wanted to hear it from her.

But faced with Timothy's relentless questions, Jessica felt all her words dry up.

What could she possibly want? Everything she had ever done was out of love for him.

And what had he given her in return?

Because of his coldness and indifference, everyone in the Lawson family believed she wasn't good enough for him. Even her own son, after nine months of carrying him, was beginning to look down on her.

In this marriage, she hadn't found the love she'd hoped for. Instead, she'd ended up with cancer—her life almost over.

She'd wanted to tell him, but he'd never given her the chance. And maybe that was just as well. Even if she did, he probably wouldn't believe her.

She'd given up her career for him. If Ines hadn't brought it up, he never would have known.

He had to admit—he'd been distant with her these past few years.

If she wanted to work again, maybe, just this once, he could compromise.

Jessica pressed her lips together. It wasn't that she didn't want to—it was that she couldn't.

With heavy hands, she signed, *"I don't want to."*

It was like a bucket of ice water splashed over Timothy's head.

All his good intentions, all his carefully prepared words—gone in an instant.

As for Sheila's future, he could find another way to help her.

But Jessica… she just brushed aside everything he was offering.