Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 187

He didn't believe it for a second.

She'd reacted to him before—more than once.

What exactly was she after?

She'd already taken his body. Did she want his heart now, too?

Timothy's usual elegance had darkened, a shadow of gloom settling over him.

Seeing him unmoved, Jessica strode forward, intent on snatching the case from his hands.

Suddenly, Timothy's grip tightened. His voice was low and steady. "Jessica."

Jessica flicked her eyes up, meeting the cold, brooding look in his.

Both their hands were locked around the handle, neither willing to let go.

She was the first to relent. Her slender fingers released the case, anger flashing in her dark eyes. "Timothy, did you plan to break your promise from day one?"

He'd never intended to go back on his word.

But fine. He wasn't about to squabble with her. It's not as if he cared about her money.

Timothy pressed his lips together, then handed the cash box over.

Jessica had gone to such lengths, playing her little games—he was curious to see just how far she'd go.

It was only a month, after all.

He could play along.

Jessica took the box and headed straight for the door.

She didn't expect Timothy to unfreeze her bank account. Even if he did, she wouldn't trust putting her money there.

She was just an orphan, and he was a man with power to crush anyone beneath his will. Who knew if, on a whim, he'd pull the same trick again?

She'd find her own way to secure the cash.

Jessica had just pulled open the front door when she found Sallie standing on the step, supporting Phelps, who was about to ring the bell.

The moment Phelps saw Jessica, his face turned gray with anger.

This was his beloved grandson—he'd been strict over the years, but he'd never laid a finger on him.

Jessica lifted her head from Timothy's chest.

His lips were pressed into a hard line, eyes clouded with a flicker of pain and something darker—concern.

He'd taken the blow without flinching, his composure unshakeable.

Something about his calm strength made Jessica's heart skip. Her grip slipped, and the cash box tumbled to the floor, popping open on impact.

Bundles of crisp hundred-dollar bills spilled out, scattering across the floor.

Sallie's eyes narrowed as she took in the mess of cash. She immediately turned a glare on Jessica. "Why on earth are you carrying around so much cash?"

Timothy slid an arm around Jessica's shoulders, turning her gently away from the scene. His gaze, dark as midnight, swept over the scattered bills before settling on Phelps and Sallie.

His tone was icy, each word sharp as glass. "Is this the kind of behavior the Lawsons are proud of?"

Showing up at his home at the crack of dawn just to start a fight?

Did they think he'd just stand by and do nothing?