Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 220

Jessica returned to her small apartment and, exhausted from staying up late the night before, went to bed early.

“No—ah—!”

No—please—

In her dream, her eyes reflected the searing glow of flames. The fire raged, painting everything red and orange.

Timothy was still inside.

She tried to call for help, using all her strength, but no sound would come out.

She struggled in the nightmare, frantic and powerless, watching Timothy run into the burning inferno.

It was so dangerous!

“No… no…”

Jessica jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead.

Even as she woke, the terror and worry from her dream clung to her.

On instinct, she reached for her throat. Just now, she could’ve sworn she’d made a sound!

She’d tried so hard—her throat still tingled as if it had vibrated with effort.

Her eyes widened in shock.

She’d been mute for years, not a single sound able to escape her lips.

But just now, in the dream…

Releasing her grip on her neck, she clutched at the blanket. Could it be possible? Had she really made a sound?

After all these years of silence, she could hardly believe it.

Was she still dreaming?

But the sensation—the feeling of something rough and raw rising in her throat—was almost painfully real.

She tried again, forcing an “ah” out.

There it was: a faint vibration, the ghost of a voice, rasping from her throat.

For years, she’d lived with disappointment, never daring to hope she’d ever speak again.

Especially after her cancer diagnosis two weeks ago—the doctor had given her maybe six months. The idea of ever regaining her voice had seemed utterly impossible.

When Ines first contacted her, saying Mr. Smith was willing to recommend a specialist for her mutism, she’d felt a brief flicker of hope.

For someone who once spoke easily, losing her voice had been a special kind of torment, a private agony she’d had to bear alone.

She’d grown used to people’s ridicule and coldness—endured it because she had no other choice.

Anyone who’s lost their voice, even someone born mute, dreams of speaking again.

But treatment had always been hopeless. Her grandmother, desperate to help her, had been swindled by a con man, falling ill and passing away not long after.

Life’s constant blows had long since crushed her hopes.

The dream of speaking had been locked away in a box deep in her heart.

But tonight, that box had cracked open, just a little.

Suddenly, her phone rang, cutting through her thoughts.