Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 180

As expected, half an hour later, Sallie arrived at the hospital.

Sheila took her leave.

The moment Sallie saw Timothy, still unconscious, hooked up to an IV and receiving a blood transfusion, her heart nearly broke. His neck was bandaged, and the sight of him like this made her furious and terrified all at once. Without a moment's hesitation, she went to find a doctor and demanded an explanation.

She learned that Timothy had passed out from massive blood loss after someone had bitten through the artery in his neck.

Rage flared in Sallie's chest.

Who else could have done this but Jessica? No one else would get that close—anyone else, and Timothy would've tossed them out on their ear.

Fuming, Sallie dialed Jessica's number.

No answer.

She called Mabel next. Mabel said Jessica had gone out.

That only made Sallie angrier. She sent people out to search for Jessica everywhere.

Meanwhile, Jessica had just left The Gilded Whisper Estates and texted Vince, asking when he'd bring the cash over.

Vince replied that he'd run into Timothy right outside the Estates, and Timothy had taken the money, promising to pass it on to her.

When Jessica read the message, her knees nearly gave out.

Timothy was doing everything he could to cut her off financially. Now that the money was in his hands, getting it back would be nearly impossible.

He really was determined to back her into a corner.

But that money was hers. No matter what, she had to get it back from Timothy!

She thought back to Timothy's condition earlier—he'd lost a dangerous amount of blood. Sheila would have taken him to the nearest hospital for treatment, which could only mean Riverside General.

Jessica flagged down a cab and rode to Riverside General Hospital. At the front desk, she found out which room Timothy was in and headed upstairs.

"Sal…"

Sallie turned, finally realizing Timothy was awake.

"Timothy!" She hurried to his bedside, her voice trembling with worry. "Does it hurt?"

"It's just a scratch. Since Jessica's here, you should go home."

Sallie's voice shot up an octave. "She put you in this state—how can I leave you with her?"

Timothy arched an eyebrow. "Do you really think I'm so weak she could finish me off?"

"It's not about being weak. She bit through your artery and you didn't even fight back. What if she comes at you with a knife next time? Are you just going to let her?"

"Enough. Stop fussing. Go home—I want to speak to her alone."

Sallie knew her brother's stubborn streak. She didn't argue further, just stood up and, as she passed Jessica, shot her a glare so sharp it could cut glass.