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

from fingers on her cheeks still

around it. He never imagined Timothy would do something like this. After knowing Timothy for so many years, he'd always seemed the

How could he have-

a moment, deeply

quietly in the bedroom, just watching over her, odd

her eyes

at home, waiting. As the sky turned dark and Jessica still

he was willing to negotiate the divorce. Jessica wanted out so

in time to see Mabel hurrying to answer the

felt a flicker

"You?"

Mabel's face was tense.

to see

her into the

was Sheila, the light in his eyes dimmed a

Sheila approached, looking

"Timothy, I'm sorry... R shouldn't have invited you to drink last night. I had no idea that bottle was so strong. I didn't mean for you to get drunk,

brought up the events of the

Timothy