Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Dad, go ahead and take care of your business."

She really just called him Dad?

Vince Zimmerman let out a cold snort in his mind. Sheila Howard had been adopted by Abell and Sandra practically from the moment she was born. What a sweet deal for that so-called father-never raised a daughter, but the moment she found him, she recognized him anyway.

Sheila's biological father handed Timothy Lawson a business card. "Here's my card. If you need anything, don't hesitate to contact me."

Timothy barely glanced at the card and made no move to take it.

An awkward silence hung between them. Sheila nudged her father, urging him, "You should go."

With no other choice, he left for now.

Earlier, Vince had helped Jessica Greene run a check on that car, which was how he learned Sheila's father went by Mayfield.

She remembered, back when she was a kid, her grandma used to call him Dr. Field. Clearly, he'd been using a fake name for his cons.

Now he drove a Bentley, everything he wore screamed expensive, from the watch on his wrist to the signet ring on his thumb-a fortune on display. Apparently, he'd climbed the social ladder by now.

"Timothy," Sheila called, wanting to explain.

But Timothy had already turned away, heading back to his table.

Sheila followed after him.

leaned toward Vince. "Let's get

her outside. "I'll have the driver take you home, Jessica. I'm

she

guy. Your grandma was a benefactor to my grandfather and to the whole Zimmerman family. I promise I'll do everything I can to get justice

into the seat beside Yates Bryant, and announced, "Timothy, I overheard everything. Now that Sheila's found her real father, she's not technically your aunt anymore. That means your marriage is pretty much over. If you two want to pick up where you left off, well, no one's going to stand in

his arm. "Vince, don't be

of his way to help Jessica and challenge Timothy, even though he knew Timothy didn't want the divorce.

make things worse- especially if she ever wanted to tell Timothy how

jaw was tight with

and the Howards had always been close; to him, Sheila was just the

well, and Sheila-well, she was just someone from Timothy's

real father was

why doesn't he

finally looked up.

Sheila, as if he was terrified Vince would

We're just third wheels here, anyway," Vince said,

knew better than to overstay. He got up and left

info about your sister from Timothy, but he wouldn't say

an eyebrow. "Pressure

would go straight to the Lawsons and start asking questions, put the squeeze on him from above. He didn't

shook his head. "You really think he's that easy to scare? Forget it. He's so determined to shield Sheila and won't let go of the marriage—I don't know

them up, but now he'd