Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 241

Jessica’s eyes flashed with defiance as she jabbed her finger in the air, her voice firm and angry. “If you won’t help me, then I’ll fight her for every role she auditions for. Whatever character she wants, I’ll go after the same one. Timothy, let me tell you, I’ve seen Sheila’s work. The only reason I haven’t been acting these past years is because I chose not to. If I step back into the game, ten Sheilas couldn’t outshine me.”

Timothy scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s some ego you’ve got. I don’t like women who talk big, so don’t let me hear that kind of nonsense again. Stop this tantrum—go take a shower.”

Just then, Timothy’s phone started ringing.

He reached for it and saw Sheila’s name on the screen. He answered.

“Timothy, my ankle’s swollen pretty badly. I don’t know if it’s more than just a twist, and I can’t walk at all. It hurts so much. Can you come take me to the hospital?”

The night was quiet, and Sheila’s voice carried clearly through the phone.

Jessica heard every word.

Timothy lifted his gaze, lips pressed tight, and glanced at Jessica. Then, lowering his voice, he said, “If I come over, it might take a while. Do you think you can hold out?”

“Are you busy? If you are, I’ll call Kane.”

“I’m not busy. I’m just in Jessica’s hometown picking her up. You know you can’t count on Kane. After all these years, you still don’t know what he gets up to at night?”

The moment Sheila realized Timothy was with Jessica in her hometown, her heart soured with jealousy. Still, she said, “It’s fine. Jessica comes first. I’ll call for an ambulance. I’ll hang up now.”

The dial tone hummed through the room.

Even though Sheila had said she’d call for help herself, Timothy couldn’t shake the worry. She lived alone in Moonstrand Villas; if anything happened, he’d never forgive himself.

He pocketed his phone and walked over to Jessica, grabbing the pajamas she had draped over her arm and tossing them onto the bed. Then, taking her hand, he said, “We’re leaving tonight. I’m not waiting until tomorrow.”

Jessica yanked her hand away.

He’d just told her how exhausted he was and that he wanted to stay, but now, at the first sign of trouble with Sheila’s ankle, he was desperate to leave—and dragging her along for the ride.

Why should she be the one to drop everything and rush off in the middle of the night just to help Sheila?

She lifted her hands in a clear gesture: “Tomorrow I’m visiting the cemetery with my mother and grandmother.”