Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 31

The doctor had explained that there was still a glimmer of hope in her condition, but the chances were slim—and chemotherapy came with the very real risk that she might not survive the treatment itself.

That was why Jessica refused chemo.

With this conservative approach, at the very least, she could expect another six months.

She reached for her phone and typed out a message.

"Thank you, Doctor. I don't want to take that risk."

The doctor sighed and said, "I'll prescribe you some more medication, then."

Jessica quickly typed another line.

"Thank you. Could you also help keep my diagnosis between us? I don't want my family to worry."

She handed the phone over to the doctor so he could read her words.

It was a lie—and she knew it. Her husband and son were never the type to worry about her. Telling them would only be a wasted effort, so she'd rather not bother.

The doctor, perhaps out of pity knowing her days were numbered, nodded. "Alright. I understand."

A little while later, Jessica was wheeled out of the emergency room. Mabel, her housekeeper, rushed up, anxious.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

Seeing that it was Mabel waiting for her, Jessica managed a smile and typed out a line on her phone: "I'm fine, Mabel. Don't worry."

Her IV drip wasn't finished yet, so a nurse pushed her back into a hospital room.

Mabel sat down by the bed, her eyes full of concern. "I'll go grab you some breakfast."

Jessica nodded.

Mabel left quietly.

[No need. I'm already in Riverside City.]

Herbert frowned as he read her message. The night before, he'd seen The Lawson Group's official announcement—Jessica and Timothy's marriage certificate, posted for all to see.

He'd suspected as much. It had been seven years since he'd last been able to reach her.

Jessica had only come back to her hometown, he guessed, because of Timothy and that other woman. But yesterday, Timothy had told the press that the woman was his aunt. Now Jessica was back in Riverside City, which meant they'd probably reconciled.

Herbert's fingers hovered over the screen before he finally typed a reply.

[Okay. I'll be waiting.]

Jessica put her phone away. She heard the door open and thought Mabel had returned.

But when she looked up, it was Timothy, his face cold and unreadable.