Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy's face was grim, his voice edged with barely concealed anger. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You seriously want to pretend you don't know?" Kane shot back, his tone thick with accusation. "Timothy, don't play dumb with me. Sheila's not even your real aunt. Don't tell me you don't know what she's been waiting for all these years. If you were too scared to marry her back then, you shouldn't have strung her along! I don't buy for a second that you're clueless about her feelings. Admit it-you like keeping one woman at home and another on the hook. You love having two women care about you, don't you?"

Kane had always cared deeply about Sheila, so naturally, he paid close attention to everything concerning her.

No matter the place or time, he was always on Sheila's side.

In the past, when Timothy kept that mute wife of his hidden away, Kane assumed Timothy didn't care about her at all-so he let it go. But now, Timothy was clearly starting to care about her, and Kane couldn't help but feel indignant for Sheila's sake.

Timothy's eyes were icy as he stared Kane down. "If you don't know the facts, keep your opinions to yourself."

Kane was always like this. Timothy couldn't be bothered to explain.

Kane was just about to lose his temper when-

"Out of the way! Please, move aside!"

by, pushing a stretcher at

in front of him, voice shaking with emotion. "How would I not know what's going

view, Timothy never got a clear look at

at the Red House last time, Kane had relentlessly called Jessica "the mute." That had already pissed Timothy

better get your facts straight," Timothy warned coldly. "She was the one who backed out all those years ago. If you

what Timothy was

nearly torn the Lawson and Howard

the Lawsons who disapproved;

with frustration. "Don't you see how much Sheila's suffered? She made that choice

snapped. "I'm married now. I have

Let's end this conversation

knew half the story,

wanting to fight for Sheila, but Timothy was right. With a wife and a child, what would it say

silent, the air between