Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 160

"Mr. Lawson."

Timothy's voice was cool and detached. "Check the balance on the card I gave to my wife. How much is left?"

"One moment, sir."

A brief silence. Then Secretary Allen spoke up. "Twelve million."

Timothy's brow furrowed. Twelve million wasn't much by his standards. If Jessica wanted to return to a normal life, that sum would be more than enough for an ordinary person to live comfortably for the rest of her days.

But she was Timothy's woman. How could she settle for an ordinary life?

"Freeze the card."

His words were cold as ice.

Secretary Allen hesitated, caught off guard, but knew better than to ask questions. "Understood. I'll do it right away."

"And look into what happened at the Wheeler Group."

With that, Timothy ended the call.

He strode across the room to the balcony, his long legs carrying him to the glass doors. He lit a cigarette, exhaling slowly into the night.

Outside, darkness pressed in, thick as velvet.

Timothy watched the smoke curl upward, a peculiar emptiness settling over him. This house, this life—so many years of stability, almost to the point of monotony.

Was Jessica trying to stir up some waves in his otherwise placid existence?

Jessica hadn't been feeling well that day. As soon as she returned to the hotel, she collapsed onto the bed.

When she opened her eyes again, she was gasping awake from a nightmare.

Her forehead and back were slick with sweat.

She'd dreamed once more of that fire, the one from seven years ago.

In the dream, her heart had been knotted with fear—afraid Timothy would be hurt, afraid she'd lose him.

Even now, she could still feel the lingering terror.

She forced herself to calm down. Timothy's affairs, from this day forward, had nothing to do with her.

She got up to take a shower, only to remember she hadn't brought any luggage with her when she left.

So she had no choice but to go out and buy some clothes and basic necessities.