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.

he met her, he'd only watched from the sidelines, amused and curious. The second time was at Larkin Zimmerman's birthday dinner-he'd noticed her again, thinking how patient she seemed, much like

off her braid and narrowly escaped a scolding

to Vince, even joked about it on social media, knowing Vince

everything was

known all along that Jessica was Salome, and kept it from everyone. Yates still hadn't

time to dwell on it now. They needed to get to the Lawsons. Vince would explain the rest soon

reached the Lawson mansion in no

was pacing, thumping his cane 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

warned Larkin in advance, confiding

begging him to keep it a

until he could figure

both

Larkin how he planned to

"This is my fault. I 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

to say. You think a few casual words can wipe away all the hurt our Salome suffered at your hands?

"That's right," Middleton Bryant

his tone hard.

Salome was

made years ago.

may have

but to let her