Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 242

Jessica’s hands were full, making conversation impossible.

But Herbert could already guess what she wanted to say.

“Wondering why I’m here?” he asked with a half-smile.

Jessica nodded.

“I came to visit my grandfather’s grave, and thought I’d stop by your grandmother’s too. I can’t even count how many meals she made for me when I was a kid.”

Of course, the real reason was to keep Jessica company.

He knew today was the Thanksgiving Day, and Jessica would be here to pay respects to her grandmother and mother.

Herbert reached out, taking the offerings and flowers from Jessica’s arms. “Let’s do this together.”

He loaded the items into the trunk, then opened the car door for her.

Once they were inside, Jessica began sharing her morning’s speech therapy practice. She admitted it was still tough—even the simplest sounds wouldn’t come out right.

“Don’t rush,” Herbert reassured her. “You haven’t started treatment yet. The test results show your nerves have healed much more than before, which is why you’re suddenly making some sounds. You’ll recover faster than most. All you need is a minor procedure to help things along.”

For Jessica, it was a ray of hope she hadn’t seen in years. If her body was healing on its own, maybe her chances of speaking again were much higher than before.

She pressed her thumb into her palm—a silent thank you.

She didn’t say more. If she started signing, Herbert would have to take his eyes off the road to watch, and she didn’t want to be a distraction.

Secretary Allen followed Herbert’s car all the way to the cemetery.

After parking, Herbert and Jessica got out and walked together to the grave sites.

Secretary Allen hesitated, debating whether to call President Lawson. But he’d been told simply to pick up Mrs. Lawson and bring her home—nothing more. If he reported that she was visiting the cemetery with another man, President Lawson would probably lose his temper. That would only make work harder for everyone.

She showed the message to Secretary Allen—her way of saying she’d informed Timothy herself. If her husband had a problem, at least Allen wouldn’t be to blame.

Relieved, Secretary Allen nodded. He wouldn’t have to take the fall for this.

Timothy had rushed home late the night before, visited Sheila at the hospital, and finally collapsed into bed after three in the morning. Even so, he was up early, waiting for Jessica so they could go to the Lawson family estate together.

When her text arrived, Timothy’s face clouded over.

She was two hours away, and refusing to come home—there was nothing he could do about it.

He had no choice but to take Henry and go to the family gathering without her.

Timothy’s family took ancestral traditions seriously—he’d grown up with that expectation. The entire Lawson clan was already gathered, just waiting for Timothy’s family to arrive before heading out.

But once again, it was only Timothy and Henry—Jessica was nowhere to be seen.