Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He had never truly lost his temper with Vince.

But what if Vince's younger sister came back and told everyone that it was she who had tricked her into delivering that birthday cake for Timothy, causing her to go missing?

The Zimmerman family would never forgive her.

Sheila couldn't help but panic.

It was true-she had a classmate working in the hospital's medical administration office. That was the only reason she'd dared to approach Timothy in the first

place.

She never fought battles she couldn't win.

Sheila found her classmate after a quick call, and together they went up to the hospital rooftop.

From her purse, Sheila pulled out a pair of the latest luxury earrings from LA, handing them to her classmate.

She followed this up with a card. "There's a hundred thousand on this," she murmured. "I need a favor."

Sheila leaned in, whispering her plan.

Her classmate patted her chest in assurance. "Don't worry, it's nothing. I can get you what you want today."

Timothy left the hospital, and with his driver's help, got into the car.

He gripped the envelope containing the test results so tightly that the leather creased beneath his fingers. Should he tell Vince?

Vince, not knowing Jessica was his own little sister, had already stabbed him in the back over what happened that day.

if Vince found out

was divorcing him. Out of old friendship, Vince had given him a subtle

the truth got

power

grip tightened; the file folder

couldn't let

had gotten lost because she was trying to

had been sick with longing for her daughter ever since; her health declined

from Vince, he'd never forgive

he told the truth, he would lose her

caught in a terrible

should we head home,

"To Haven Crest Apartments."

to see

the car rolled on, memories from his childhood flooded

"Timothy, when we played

make-believe weddings with Yates,

you'd steal me

bride. But

eland

married

like

school, ride home

how come

party? You never invite me. Is it