Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 420

“She can talk now. I’d like you to come over and help her with her illness.”

Timothy spoke calmly, making his intentions clear.

Herbert let out a cold laugh. “I’ve been treating her all this time—she’s almost cured. So what’s with the act? You think just because you’re asking me to help her now, it somehow makes up for all the pain you’ve caused her? That’s wishful thinking.”

Timothy’s voice remained even. “Instead of sneaking around to help her, why not do it openly, with my permission?”

Jessica had told him she couldn’t leave for at least a month. She hadn’t gone into details, but Herbert knew there must be a good reason.

He didn’t want to agree to Timothy’s proposal, but in truth, it was the best option right now.

Face-to-face treatment always worked better. The fact that she could speak again was a huge step forward.

If Timothy was reaching out to arrange her treatment, then Jessica must have already returned home.

Timothy was a master at manipulating people’s emotions.

Even knowing this, Herbert finally agreed.

Hearing Jessica speak again had always been her dream—and his. He felt responsible to see it through to the end.

After the call ended, Timothy didn’t disturb Jessica.

Henry was still staying at the Lawson estate for now. Knowing Jessica probably didn’t want to see him, he headed to the office instead.

Around lunchtime, Mabel knocked on Jessica’s bedroom door.

“Ma’am, lunch is ready.”

Mabel didn’t know the full story between Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, but it was clear enough that Jessica wanted to avoid her husband. Mabel quickly added, “Mr. Lawson’s gone out.”

She was worried Jessica might skip lunch and go hungry.

Only then did Jessica set down her mouse and open the door.

Mabel smiled. “We made all your favorites for lunch.”

“Thank you.” Jessica pressed her thumb to her chest in a gesture of gratitude.

She ate quietly, then returned to her room.

She wouldn’t risk her health these days, nor would she neglect her work.

Timothy didn’t bother her at all that day.

He came home late. By the time he arrived, Mabel told him Jessica had already gone to bed.

Timothy tried the master bedroom door and found it locked.

So he headed for the guest room.

In his hand was a brown envelope. He opened it and pulled out Jessica’s file.

Her mother had taken her own life when Jessica was eight; her father had disappeared without a trace.

That meant she must have been seven at the time, turning eight that year.

It was that same year she lost her voice—probably from the trauma of her mother’s death.

But she’d gone missing when she was six. How could she have formed such a deep bond with her adoptive mother in just a single year?

Later, she went to live with her grandmother in the house where she still lived today.

Her grandmother had tried everything to get her treatment, even getting swindled out of a large sum. Overworked and devastated, her grandmother fell seriously ill and eventually passed away.

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