Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Because all that was left was disappointment...

Timothy stood up and said, "I'll go draft the divorce papers. Please wait here."

Then he told Mabel to bring in some tea and snacks.

He walked into his study, turned on his laptop, and began typing up the agreement, his movements slow and deliberate.

He decided to give Jessica half of all his assets.

Since his holdings were extensive, listing everything out took considerable time.

Halfway through, the representatives from the disability and women's advocacy groups received an urgent call—they had to leave. Before going, one of them turned to Vince and Jessica. "Mr. Lawson is being very cooperative tonight and is already preparing the divorce agreement. We have an emergency to attend to, but if anything else comes up, please contact us right away."

Jessica didn't want them to leave. She knew Timothy wasn't to be trusted.

But they really did have official duties to get to, so there was no choice but to let them go.

Not long after the advocacy staff departed, Vince's phone rang.

It was the butler.

"Sir, you need to come home right away-Grandfather just collapsed, and he's in the ambulance now!"

Vince's voice tightened with worry. "How did that happen? Was he feeling ill?"

It

with his grandfather. There was no one else he could call on. With his grandfather being rushed to the hospital for emergency care,

But Jessica...

deeply uneasy about leaving her alone at

emerged from the study, holding the freshly printed divorce

everything was ready, Vince pressed, "Timothy, just

wouldn't take long-once Timothy signed,

say more, Vince's phone rang

time, it was someone

Zimmerman Group's e-commerce platform had suffered a major

accidentally giving away massenet

users were flooding in to take advantage. In just thirty minutes, losses had already

wasn't resolved immediately, the consequences by morning would

Timothy a cold,

met his

casually waving the

papers. "Don't worry. I'l discuss the details with Jessy, just

two of us."

carried a

raced, torn between urgent

pieced together what was happening. She typed a message on her phone and showed

emergencies. I can handle

she'd