Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Why do you keep pressing about this?"

Vince's irritation was palpable. "Is it because you realize you couldn't keep it hidden and now you want to dig for answers? How do you even have the nerve?"

He still wasn't satisfied, and pressed on, "Did you really think you could keep this a secret? She knows what she looked like as a kid, doesn't she? Even if you manage to hide it for a while, she'll find out sooner or later. So tell me when did you find out?"

"You still haven't answered my question."

Timothy's expression remained unreadable, calm as ever.

"You're always like this. If I don't talk, you won't either, is that it?”

"That's right."

Vince was so angry it made his chest ache.

"Fine, I'll spell it out. It's just—she looks alike. There are plenty of shows about kids separated from their families, lost and found. Jessy does paper-cutting, my grandfather loves paper-cutting, and then she's taken Daisy as her goddaughter. She's got this strange connection to our family."

Timothy wasn't feeling well; his body was weak and his mind wasn't as sharp as usual.

A server brought over their coffees. Timothy took his cup and sipped.

Yates noticed a deep indentation on the first knuckle of Timothy's right index finger, a trace of blood seeping out.

Yates pressed his lips together. Just how tightly had Timothy been clenching his fist?

mouthfuls of

the face of

social media was public. Sheila could see everything, and Yates had even commented on

when you strung all three things together, something felt

reminded her of Jessica's

never have suspected anything.

were two key

thing you're looking for is right under your

special connection with

have been what planted the doubt in Vince's

Herbert whether Jessica was his biological daughter, confirmed the birthmark, and made a phone call. At that point, even without a paternity test, Vince could

in thought, Yates spoke up, "Vince, don't you think Sheila was hinting

called Sheila to go to the hospital and check on Timothy, they'd chatted a

about it, those seemingly casual comments were exactly what

Timothy, his voice anxious, "Tell me, when did you find out? Did

thin line. That day at the

had gone off to

Timothy stood up. "I have something to

haven't told me when you found out. And when I went to Jessy's place to ask for her childhood photos, she said she couldn't find a single one. Did

ignored Vince's question

smirked, "Vince, you let him outmaneuver you again. You told him exactly what you wanted to

slack because he's younger-I thought you knew how stubborn he

exactly what she was doing. She deliberately

off-do you think he's