Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Otherwise, Vince would insist on hiding her away, forcing everyone to waste more time searching, and the longer the wounds festered, the harder they would be to heal.

With that, the people involved excused themselves and left.

Afterwards, a call was placed to Vince. He was the one who had taken Jessica today, and since Jessica couldn't speak or answer the phone herself, it made the most sense for Vince to act as her go-between.

Just then, Vince had only just parted ways with Yates. He informed the

coordinator that he'd bring Jessica to negotiate with Timothy, and promised to get in touch if any problems arose.

He returned to the hotel.

His secretary was sitting in the living room. The moment she saw Vince, she stood up. "Good evening, Mr. Zimmerman."

Vince lifted a hand, signaling for quiet. "Keep your voice down."

He lowered his own voice as well. "She's still asleep."

The secretary nodded.

"You can head home. I'll take it from here."

After she left, Vince tiptoed into the bedroom. Jessica was lying there, eyes

closed, her long lashes fanned out like butterfly wings.

her sleep was restless-her brows were drawn tightly

fingers on

couldn't quite wrap his head around it. He never imagined Timothy would do something like this. After knowing Timothy for so many years, he'd always seemed the epitome of

How could he have-

for a moment, deeply worried Jessica would carry psychological scars from

sat quietly in the bedroom, just watching over her, odd feelings stirring in his

eyes

As the sky turned dark and Jessica still hadn't

told the mediation organizations he was willing to negotiate the divorce. Jessica wanted out

immediately got up, just in time to see Mabel hurrying to answer the

a flicker

"You?"

Mabel's face was tense.

to see

past her into the

was Sheila, the light

Sheila approached, looking

to drink last night. I had no idea that bottle was so strong. I

up the events

Timothy