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

"Jessy..."

and me. I hope you won't hold anything against him because of me. Would you consider coming back to The Gilded

cold

she was doing. She'd inserted

Jessica had met her, she'd made no effort to

Sheila's explanations only made things murkier, which

her hand and made

understood perfectly, her face turning a shade paler. "You don't believe me, do

the same gesture,

feigning distress. "Jessy, I

I came back to

only had me stay at The Gilded Whisper 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,

sounded gentle and

syllable hit

no intention of wasting another second on

Timothy's bed right now, Jessica couldn't bring herself to care. Why

she'd been