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.

toward Vince. "Let's get out

take you home, Jessica. I'm going to stick around and see what else I can

she said

guy. Your grandma was a benefactor to my grandfather and to the whole Zimmerman family. I

Gin Lane Epilogues. He walked straight to Timothy's table, dropped into the seat beside Yates Bryant, and announced, "Timothy, I overheard everything. Now that Sheila's found

arm.

been going out of his way to help Jessica and challenge Timothy, even though he knew Timothy didn't want the divorce. But Vince just couldn't resist these

she'd only make things worse- especially if she ever wanted

jaw was

was just the daughter of a family friend.

well, and Sheila-well, she was just someone from Timothy's past. He didn't have

father was a conman left

up, am I? Then why doesn't he deny it?" Vince muttered, irritation

looked up. "You

was always so protective of Sheila, as if he was terrified Vince

on, Yates. We're just third wheels here,

Yates knew better than

your sister from Timothy, but he wouldn't

arched an eyebrow. "Pressure

talk, our parents would go straight to the Lawsons and start asking questions, put the squeeze on him from above.

Forget it. He's so determined to shield

to set them up, but now he'd