Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Vince texted Sheila the hospital address and the floor number.

She arrived not long after.

Timothy still hadn't come out.

He and Jessica had both made it out alive, though Timothy's back was covered in cuts and scrapes. Whether the blast had done any damage to his internal organs was still unclear.

They'd already been a fair distance from the car when it exploded, so hopefully, things wouldn't turn out too badly.

Sheila was nearly in tears from worry. "What happened to him? Why did the car blow up?"

This was no small accident.

Vince, who'd actually been at the scene, was a lot calmer, though he kept the details to himself.

"When I got there, the car was already in flames," he said simply.

He wanted Sheila to feel the urgency-if she did, she'd figure out what to do next. And in the end, he knew, her greatest concern was still Timothy's safety.

Vince offered what comfort he could. "Let's just wait. He should be out of surgery soon."

"And Jessica? Is she alright?"

"With Timothy there, she's fine. Not a scratch on her," Vince replied.

Sheila's fists clenched so tightly her nails left deep crescents in her skin.

Jessica now-cared enough to put her life

all I care about. By the way, I saw your Christmas Eve post— Yates commented that Daisy looks a lot like Daisy. I

flickered. "You think

temperament and personality were similar, but Vince hadn't paid much attention-lots of people are similar in those ways. So when Yates commented, he'd brushed it off. But now, hearing it from Sheila as

when you first came back, you had Timothy help you

his disappointment. "None of the people

you think you've hit a dead end, a new path opens up. Maybe one day you'll find her out of the blue. Salome was always so

couldn't hold it in much

hadn't revealed Jessica's true identity yet-likely, he was afraid that if Jessica gained the support

she might

had insisted on divorce more than once,

the reason, it

cared about most His concern for her was

She wouldn't allow it.

let Timothy find out about

conversation casual, just

couldn't do anything that would

fell silent, lost

could tell her words were having the

"I never would have guessed your grandfather was into paper

so good.

and

are so connected, and now she's officially Daisy's goddaughter. You seem really fond of her as well. Are you actually thinking about competing with Timothy for