Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica's gaze fell instantly on the pearl necklace in Sheila's hand-the very

same one Timothy had once given her.

A bitter smile tugged at Jessica's lips.

Just last night, Timothy had shown up at the Zimmerman family's house, clutching that necklace, insisting on returning it to her, telling her she wasn't allowed to sell it again.

He'd even chased her all the way to her small apartment, desperate to explain himself.

Pathetic.

Did he really think she was that much of a fool?

"Jessy, what are you doing at the hospital?" Sheila's voice broke through Jessica's thoughts.

Jessica glanced at her coolly.

Earlier, Kane had called Timothy, practically shouting down the phone in panic, saying that Sheila had "accidentally" fallen from the balcony at Moonstrand Villas. Kane claimed that if Timothy hadn't gotten there in time, Sheila might have died and no one would have known.

Sheila had supposedly fallen from a balcony, and yet here she was, looking perfectly healthy less than twenty-four hours later.

Only Timothy could buy into such a flimsy lie.

and strode right past

"Jessy..."

I hope you won't hold anything against him because of me. Would you consider coming back to The Gilded Whisper Estates? Timothy and Henry both

were as cold and distant as

She'd inserted herself into

time Jessica had met her, she'd

murkier, which

made two gestures in sign language:

shade paler. "You don't believe

repeated the same gesture, unbothered:

feigning distress. "Jessy, I know things have been tense

I came

Estates because he was worried I might have an allergic reaction at a hotel. But I've moved out now. I promise I won't get in your way again. So please, don't make Timothy worry about you anymore. Go home early, all right? I'm begging

words sounded

every syllable hit like

no intention of wasting another second on this

now, Jessica couldn't bring herself to care. Why should

she'd learned about Sheila, she'd been preparing herself to