Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 65

Jessica signed, her hands moving in graceful arcs. "I don't quite understand—what do you mean?"

"She means the idea of you making some extra money with your paper cuttings," Herbert explained. "She doesn't know you're married to Timothy. She probably thinks, since you can't speak, life must be hard for you and wants to help by introducing some business your way."

A gentle smile touched Jessica's lips as her slender fingers danced. "Mrs. Reynolds is just looking out for me. I don't mind at all."

Herbert glanced over at The Gilded Whisper Estates—an enormous mansion, easily several times the size of his family home. There was absolutely no need for Jessica to work for extra cash.

Yet Jessica showed no trace of arrogance or vanity from marrying into wealth. She still cut paper decorations for his mother and never made her status public. She remained as gentle and kind as ever, humble without being self-effacing.

Even though she couldn't speak, she was someone truly worthy of care and affection.

"Little Mute, is he good to you?" Herbert asked suddenly.

Jessica hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. But soon, she smiled and signed, "He's very good."

"By the way, that necklace I gave you last time—why haven't you been wearing it?"

Jessica felt a pang of guilt at the mention of the necklace.

Luckily, only the voice recorder inside had broken. Timothy had thrown it to the floor that day before dragging her out to the car. She hadn't had a chance to go back and pick it up.

"I left it at my old place—forgot to bring it with me," she signed, fibbing just a little. She planned to find some time to return and see if she could get it fixed before giving it back to Herbert. It was real diamond, far too expensive for her to keep.

"I see," Herbert said, satisfied. "Once you get it back, use it often—it'll get easier the more you practice."

Not understanding sign language, Sallie always found it hard to talk with Jessica; but Jessica saw no need to explain herself. She simply turned and walked toward the mansion.

"Hey—wait up!" Sallie hurried after her, stepping in front to block her path. "Don't get too full of yourself."

She hadn't come here today to bicker, but Jessica's attitude was infuriating.

Jessica looked at her coolly, saying nothing.

Sallie huffed, arms crossed. "I was at the hospital yesterday, and your precious son—his head was full of Sheila. I even tried to talk some sense into him for you! That Sheila is here to break up your family, and your little brat—he's a real ingrate, wouldn't listen to a word I said. Jessica, you'd better keep an eye on your son and your husband."

Jessica couldn't help but wonder if she ought to feel grateful. After all, it was rare for her formidable sister-in-law to take her side, even if only a little.