Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 592

How could she possibly bear the weight of his deep affection?

“Little Mute,” Herbert murmured her nickname softly. “Don’t be sad. Honestly, being a doctor is a good profession. After I became one, I grew to love it. Helping people, seeing them recover—it’s fulfilling, it gives me a sense of accomplishment. Maybe from now on, I’ll always be a doctor.”

But Jessica just kept repeating, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” over and over.

“It’s my fault. Seven years ago…”

She couldn’t hold back her tears. “Seven years ago, I saved Timothy from a fire. My phone was lost in the blaze, so I bought a new one, got a new number, and never recovered my old contacts. Soon after, I married Timothy, and all the ties I had to my past faded away. I never got in touch with you again… That’s on me. You kept worrying about my mutism, even though I vanished from your life.”

“It’s alright,” Herbert said gently. “You got married, you focused on your family. That’s normal. You saved Timothy’s life seven years ago—was that why he married you?”

Jessica shook her head. “No. He didn’t know it was me. He thought it was Sheila.”

There was a day when Timothy tried to explain his feelings for Sheila. He said it was because she had saved him from the fire all those years ago.

Jessica had been determined to get a divorce. She never told him the truth, and she didn’t want to.

“He doesn’t even know who saved his life?” Herbert was incredulous. How could there be a man like that?

In that moment, he saw love. A love no one else could break through.

“You don’t need to talk me out of it,” Jessica said quietly. “Even if that’s true, I still don’t want to look back. What happened with Sheila was just the beginning. The truth is, Timothy and I come from different worlds, we see things differently. I’ve spent seven years accommodating his family, keeping the peace, but I’m still a person—I have a heart, I have my own thoughts. I can’t keep living a life where I have to erase myself.”

Herbert looked at her steadily. “Are you really sure?”

“Yes.”

Loving someone becomes a habit, she thought. Maybe Timothy still had a place in her heart, but she had already pressed the brakes. And inertia, once stopped, only fades away.