Goodbye, Mr. Regret

A heavy silence settled over the room.

They had been friends since childhood-once inseparable.

As Timothy's emotions spilled over, the sadness in his voice tugged at Vince and Yates, no matter how hard they tried to steel themselves.

After a moment, Timothy sank onto the couch, his tone detached. "Go to the Lawsons. Tell them-everything that happened was my fault. I'll take the blame."

"If you want to take Jessica away, do it. I won't stand in your way anymore."

"Just... leave. I don't want to see either of you right now."

Vince had carried a thousand grievances in his chest, thinking he'd finally let them out when he saw Timothy. But faced with Timothy's withdrawal, it was like punching into a pillow-no resistance, no catharsis.

Timothy was backing down completely, refusing to fight back or even acknowledge their anger. He'd never once raised a hand to them. Even when Herbert Wheeler had come by last time, Timothy just dodged, taking a blow from a pool cue without retaliating.

Especially with Vince and Yates-he simply absorbed every accusation, refusing to argue or defend himself. Yates had even landed a couple of punches just now, and Timothy hadn't said a word.

Vince felt a growing frustration twist inside him. He grabbed Yates by the arm. "Let's go."

Yates looked stricken with guilt. As they stepped out of the villa, he frowned and muttered, "Where's Salome?"

"She's at home. Let's check in at the Lawson mansion first, see what's happening."

They each got into their own cars.

The second time was at Larkin Zimmerman's birthday dinner-he'd noticed her again, thinking how patient she

her braid and narrowly escaped a scolding from Mrs.

social media, knowing Vince was looking

everything

and kept it from everyone.

time to dwell on it now. They needed to get to the

Lawson mansion

as he demanded of Phelps, "Phelps, we've known each other for what,decades? Don't forget, when you hit hard times, it was me who lent you a hand-a hefty loan, too, to help you out. And how did you repay us? How did you treat our Salome? She used to

Larkin in advance, confiding that

it a secret from the Bryants and

hold the line until he could

both families

how he planned to handle

honestly didn't know Jessy was Salome. But you have my word, we're family now, and if anything's been done wrong, we'll make it right. Jessy will never be mistreated

away all the hurt our Salome suffered at your hands? Wishful thinking. Salome's too kind to hold a grudge, but I won't

"That's right," Middleton Bryant

his tone

go. Salome was always meant to be our

years

may have

to let her suffer this