Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 122

Jessica's beautiful eyes brimmed with despair.

She signed with aching hands, "I can do papercutting, and I can also—"

"That's enough."

Timothy cut her off mid-sentence. "Those little patterns you taught Henry to make—how much do you think they're worth? Could you even buy a bottle of water with that?"

Jessica's lips curled into a bitter smile.

For most people, a bottle of water costs just a dollar or two.

But Timothy was different. The water his family drank came from Hawaii—deep ocean water, drawn from a thousand meters below the Pacific, concentrated, then diluted a hundredfold for drinking. It contained dozens of trace minerals, the magnesium content was off the charts compared to regular water, and a 500ml bottle cost over five hundred dollars.

One could only imagine how extravagant the rest of their life was.

Jessica signed again, fingers dancing, "You were born into privilege. You don't know what struggle means. Most people in this world drink water that costs a dollar a bottle—why shouldn't I?"

The thought of Jessica drinking cheap water made Timothy's heart twist painfully.

She was his wife! She didn't need to live like ordinary people.

He could provide her with water that cost five hundred, even five thousand dollars a bottle if she wanted it.

Timothy's dark eyes grew stormy. "You really want to make things hard for yourself?"

Jessica gave him a faint smile, her hands moving with quiet grace. "I don't see it as hardship. Everyone has their own idea of happiness and suffering. Being forbidden to divorce you—that's what's hard for me."

Timothy's patience was worn thin.

He leaned in, bracing himself on the sofa with his knees, pressing Jessica back until she was flush against the cushions, his striking features just inches from hers.

His presence was overwhelming, his eyes smoldering with a fire that flickered in the depths.

"Seven years of marriage—have I ever mistreated you? Have you truly suffered?"

He let out a cold laugh. "You think you know what hardship is out there? You can't speak, you'd never land a respectable job. Even if you did find work, all you'd get is ridicule and those looks people give you when they don't understand."

He was so close now, there wasn't even room for her to sign.

Not being able to speak—there were so many things it made difficult.