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.

found

friendship, Vince had given him

truth

throw all their power behind forcing him to end the

grip tightened; the file folder was

couldn't let the

gotten lost because

her daughter ever since; her health declined by the day, barely hanging on,

from Vince, he'd never

told the truth, he would lose

in a

should we head home,

"To Haven Crest Apartments."

to see

rolled on, memories from

"Timothy, when we played

make-believe weddings with Yates,

said you'd steal me

But

eland

I've married Yates. What

like

it's my birthday today. After school, ride home with me and my

come I've never

birthday party? You never invite me. Is it because