Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He barely had time to react before the wooden beam crashed down, striking him squarely on the head.

He crumpled to the ground, blood welling from his forehead—at first a trickle, then a steady stream, as if a spring had burst open.

Jessica's vision blurred, everything tinted crimson.

In that split second, Herbert understood why Timothy had swerved his bike into theirs.

He'd done it to save them.

Herbert scrambled to his feet and pulled Jessica up, quickly moving toward Timothy.

But Timothy, struggling, turned his head to look at Jessica.

His eyelids drooped, heavy with the effort, but he forced them open, refusing to

look away.

"Timothy, are you alright? I'm calling an ambulance right now."

Herbert crouched beside him, worry etched across his face as he fumbled for his phone and dialed emergency services.

Suddenly, Timothy's chest heaved, his whole body trembling. He pressed his lips together, but blood still seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He could barely breathe, his mouth filling with blood until he had to let it spill out. His body kept convulsing, but his gaze never wavered from Jessica.

Jessica couldn't hold back any longer. She staggered to him, her legs unsteady, collapsing at his side.

"Warmth "

He tried to reach for her, but he was too weak to move. All he could do was stretch out his hand, fingers trembling, and grasp hers.

The moment their hands touched, his eyelids fluttered shut and his head lolled to the side.

"Timothy, Timothy..."

Jessica's voice was trembling. "Timothy, wake up! Don't fall asleep, do you hear me? Don't you dare fall asleep!"

"You can't get hurt. Your son is still sick. Don't think you can use this as an excuse to leave him with me, Timothy, wake up!"

"Timothy..."

She clung to his hand, gently shaking him.

Timothy's eyelids flickered again and again, but he just couldn't open them.

Even without tears falling, Herbert could see the panic and fear etched deep on Jessica's face.

He felt it too.

For all his anger at Timothy and everything he'd done to Jessica, Herbert couldn't just stand by, not after witnessing Timothy throw himself into harm's way to save them. He couldn't ignore the blood, the injuries, the sacrifice.

"Little Mute, don't worry. She'll be okay," Herbert said quietly.

Jessica's hands shook as she pulled off her scarf and pressed it against the gash on Timothy's forehead.

But the scarf soaked through almost instantly, no match for the blood pouring out.

He'd already lost so much blood.

Jessica's heart pounded in her chest.

She knew he'd been hurt

recently his wounds hadn't evemet everything else. She was het

healed. Now this, on top of

he

wouldn't make it.

She only wanted a divorce. She never meant for him to die.

“Herbert, when is the ambulance coming?" Jessica's words tumbled out in a

panic, her tongue thick and clumsy.

"Don't worry, it'll be here soon,"

Herbert replied, unfastening his fiet

wrap around Timothy's forehead, doing anything to slow the bleeding.

He pressed down on the wound while Jessica rummaged through her purse for

tissues, wiping the blood from Timothy's mouth.

Her head was spinning, but she fought to stay upright, dabbing at the blood.

Suddenly, she retched, foam spilling from her lips before she collapsed beside Timothy, completely unconscious.noveldrama

"Little Mute!" Herbert shouted.