Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Jessy, listen to me, will you? I really think he's a good guy-rich, handsome. Why on earth would you want to divorce him? Wouldn't marrying him be a good thing?"

"If he's so great, why don't you marry him yourself?"

"I wish I could! But I'm a man, and not exactly young anymore. For you, as a young woman, marrying well could change your whole life. Be sensible, stop talking about divorce, alright?"

Of course, he was here to cozy up to her father. Absolutely shameless.

"If you still want to call me your daughter, you'd better not accept anything from him. Not so much as a cup of coffee."

"Jessy, listen to your old man-"

"Enough." Jessica Greene cut him off, her voice cool and sharp. "You really think he's being sincere? Can't you see the kind of man he is? If you get involved with him, he could sell you out and you wouldn't even know it until it was over."

"But I've already promised him."

"I'll take care of it. You just stay put and keep your nose clean-don't get into any more trouble and risk a longer sentence."

"Alright."

Hollis could only nod, resigned.

Jessica was right. Timothy Lawson looked every bit the calculating type.

If he really did end up getting chopped into pieces, it wouldn't be worth it. He was finally about to get out of prison-he wanted to live a few more years in peace.

After sorting things out with Hollis, Jessica left the visitation room.

Vince Zimmerman was waiting for her in the hallway.

"Vince, I need your help with something else."

her father and asked Vince to intervene and

I'll

I can't let you

know once things

back to The Gilded Whisper Estates. Vince drove her home and left soon

Timothy was already there,

unreadable. "Timothy, stop wasting your time with these pointless

voice was low and melodic, even when she was angry and calling his

called him "darling" in that

Back when they were

the tears at the corners of her eyes, it always drove him wild. If she ever did make a sound, he imagined it would be soft, broken sobs,

him hot and restless; he loosened his tie without even

braced, though sadly, one

you. Did you

thoughts, Timothy looked at her. The icy indifference on her innocent face only made her more

flatly, as if it

out of my father's

my father-in-law-I can't just let him rot in there. Whether you ask Vince to help or I

you still want to put on a show?

actually found

never say a word. Now, at least, she was talking-it made her seem

a little over twenty days left. Can't we

cut her off. "Please, I'm asking you. Just get

how much is your

you ever kept

you say things like that with a straight

there was a parent-child event, if he