Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 616

Timothy's steps were heavy, but he tried not to make a sound as he approached the bed. The person on it lay perfectly still, and he was terrified of waking her.

When he reached her side, his world tilted on its axis.

Was this really Jessica? Was this his gentle, beautiful wife?

Her once fair skin was now sallow and tinged with yellow, her lips a faint, bruised blue. Chemotherapy had taken her hair.

At that moment, Timothy felt a pain so sharp he thought he might die. His typically composed expression crumbled, and his eyes instantly turned red. He sank into the chair by her bed, trembling.

Jessica was asleep. The medication made it hard for her to stay awake, and her body felt so heavy she could rarely get out of bed. Even in sleep, she found no peace. The pain in her abdomen would often stir her from her rest.

She must have been hurting then, because her brow suddenly furrowed, her expression twisting in discomfort.

Timothy didn't dare make a sound, worried his voice would wake her, worried the sight of him would upset her. Stress was bad for the liver, and her emotions were fragile. In the past, whenever Sallie spoke, Jessica would remain silent. Unable to speak, she must have kept all her thoughts bottled up inside. She had never lost her temper with him, never complained. She had buried all her emotions deep within her heart.

“Brother, it hurts…”

Jessica began to talk in her sleep, her restlessness growing, the knot in her brow deepening. The childhood name she called him sent a jolt through Timothy. He panicked, hearing her cry of pain, feeling utterly helpless.

A lump formed in his throat, and he blinked hard, trying to hide the moisture welling in his eyes.

With a trembling hand, he reached out and gently took hers, lacing their fingers together. Her hand was ice-cold, like a dagger twisting in his heart.

He was drowning in regret. Why hadn't he known about her illness sooner? He had been the first to find that diagnosis, and he had foolishly assumed it was just a piece of trash she hadn't cleaned up. How could he have been such an incompetent husband? He had always thought she would be there, waiting at home with a smile for him.

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