Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 591

Herbert gazed at Jessica, his expression uncertain. Was she only thanking him because she wanted to reconcile with Timothy?

“Jess, I’m not sure I understand what you mean. Can you explain it a little more?” he asked gently.

Jessica looked down, her voice soft but steady. “What I mean is, I’m about to divorce him. If I suddenly owed him my life, and something happened to him, I’d feel trapped by that debt. Now that he’s safe, I can leave him with a clear conscience.”

She patiently laid her feelings bare.

“So you’re really set on divorcing him?” Herbert asked.

She nodded. “Yes, I’ve made up my mind. I don’t want to waste another seven years, Herbert…”

This morning, he’d been busy saving Timothy. She hadn’t even found a moment to talk to him properly.

She had given seven years of her life to Timothy. She knew too well what it meant to pin all your hopes on someone for that long.

Jessica had sacrificed seven years for Timothy. Herbert, too, had spent seven years—for her—trying to cure her muteness.

A lump formed in Jessica’s throat, and her nose turned pink. “You’re such a fool. I never realized there could be someone in this world just as foolish as me. You know it’s not worth it, right?”

Giving up yourself… for someone else.

“I remember when we were kids, you wrote in your essay that you wanted to be a police officer when you grew up. To fight for justice, protect your family, keep your mom safe from harm.”

“So why did you give up on your dream?”

“Why are you so, so foolish?”

Only those who’ve lived it can truly understand.

When Herbert saw her crying, he panicked. He fumbled in his pocket for a handkerchief and, his voice rough, whispered, “Don’t cry, Jess. Seeing you cry breaks my heart. I’m sorry. I came back too late. I let you suffer so much…”

The guilt always ate at him.

He remembered, especially, the day she told him Timothy never let her meet anyone. Every time, Timothy would give her a check and send her away—millions, just to keep her isolated. That day, Herbert had been so angry he’d wanted to hit something.

He’d lost control. Even though she’d messaged him again and again, telling him not to come, he’d stormed into the Lawson Corporation anyway, grabbing a golf club in a blind rage.

He’d been too reckless. That was what led Timothy to threaten her with the Wheeler Group, trapping her in that prison for seven years.

Herbert’s voice was tight. “I’m so sorry. I should have come sooner.”

Jessica shook her head, gently taking the handkerchief. “No, you weren’t too late. Not at all. If anything, I’m sorry for making you give up seven years for me. I know exactly what that feels like.”