Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"No need."

He had no intention of seeing Jessica again, at least not for a while.

Dragging his battered body, he'd gone looking for her before.

He'd even asked Vince to mediate, hoping she'd come to the Howard family estate.

Just before leaving, he'd clung tightly to her hand, unwilling to let go.

But all his concessions hadn't earned him any understanding from her instead, she'd only grown more brazen, pushing him further and further.

"But the way she's acting... it's really worrying Mom and Dad."

"This is none of your concern. I'll handle it myself.”

Once the test results came in, he would head back home.

He'd already wasted enough time on Jessica; he couldn't afford to let it drag on. "Aren't you the least bit worried she'll get the wrong idea about us?"

mid-sentence, memories from that night suddenly flickering through his mind. He still hadn't explained to Sheila what had happened. After a pause, he continued

knew he trusted her. He'd never once suspected he'd been drugged; he just

think Jessica had ultimately gotten what she wanted—and to top it off, she'd even flipped

ruined Jessica's plans, things

care Timothy always showed her, Sheila was sure he would have taken

that..." Sheila pressed her lips together. Now didn't seem like the time to bring up their feelings. She changed the subject. “I'm planning to head to Riverside City in a couple of

felt guilty about that night. He'd asked Yates for help

put off forever. Mr. Smith had already chosen Jessica for the role,

go together-should be in the next day or two. I'll

"Alright."

another day or so, waiting for the paternity test

soon as he got them, he'd head straight

at the Zimmerman house, they went to see

you can't just worry about your kids all the time. You have to take better care of

a tired smile. "That's just what mothers do. We can