Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 227

Not afraid of offending Timothy in the least.

“So, Mr. Herbert, are you trying to steal my woman?” Timothy’s tone was cold, his gaze sharp and unyielding.

Herbert just smiled, calm and unbothered. “You mean the woman you were just holding? Relax, I’m not interested. You don’t have to worry about me making a move on her. In fact, President Lawson, I wish you both a long and happy life together.”

Timothy’s eyes narrowed, a chill flashing across his face.

“If a doctor can’t understand what his patient really needs, he’s bound to make a fatal mistake.”

The two men traded barbs, their words polite but edged with hostility. The tension in the room crackled like smoke before a gunfight.

Herbert’s lips curved in a smirk and he raised his brows, utterly unfazed. “I never imagined President Lawson was so compassionate, worrying about my career with such concern. But I have plenty of confidence in my medical skills. No need for you to trouble yourself. Why not save your big-hearted care for someone else, someone who actually needs it?”

Little Mute was gentle and soft, easily bullied—she’d swallow her grievances without a word. But Herbert wasn’t so easy to push around.

Timothy’s expression darkened to stormy black.

“Timothy.”

Sheila appeared, limping in, her hand braced against the wall as she looked for him.

He rose immediately to steady her. “Why are you wandering around like this?”

“I’ve finished my check-up. Nothing serious. The doctor said I just need to drink more water and suck on some throat lozenges.” Her voice was still a little hoarse.

“Good. If you’re alright, let’s get you to a doctor for that foot.”

“Wait a second, Timothy.” Sheila glanced over at Herbert, her face earnest. “I just spoke to the ENT specialist—Dr. Wheeler, right? Hello, Dr. Wheeler. Jessica was with you just now. Is she alright? Is she sick?”

Herbert never cared much for the tea in his hand; the strong flavor made his stomach turn. Sheila’s concerned question suddenly made Timothy feel a stab of guilt. He’d been so focused on seeing Jessica with Herbert, he hadn’t even thought to ask if Jessica was sick—was that why she’d come to the hospital?

He didn’t pick her up this time, but supported her as they left Herbert’s office together.

Herbert’s hands curled into tight fists.

Timothy and Sheila seemed to have no boundaries at all, and even if Little Mute was upset by it, she would never say a word.

She must have had a hard time lately.

That lawyer Herbert had found for her—she never contacted him, but the lawyer reached out to Herbert anyway, talking about suing Timothy. After thinking it over, though, the lawyer declined the case.

Herbert swore to himself he would never let Little Mute suffer this kind of injustice again.

If no one in the country dared take Timothy’s divorce case, then he’d find her an international lawyer.

Let’s see, Timothy—just how far does your reach really go?