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 help

nothing. I'll take care of

need any money. I can't let you pay for my father's

you know once things are sorted

to The Gilded Whisper Estates. Vince drove her

she walked into the house, Timothy was already there,

to him, her elegant face unreadable. "Timothy, stop wasting your time with these pointless

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

him "darling" in that same tone, would

Back when they were

would tremble, the tears at the corners of her eyes, it always drove him wild.

about it left him hot and restless; he loosened his tie without even

three legs were braced,

to you. Did you even

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

you," he replied flatly, as if it meant

of my father's

him rot in there. Whether you ask Vince to help or I

you still want to put on a show?

found

used to never say a word. Now, at least, she

gentle, "there's only a little over twenty days left. Can't

I'm asking you. Just get through these next twenty days with me. After that, I

much is your word

you ever kept a

like that with a

there was a parent-child event, if he wanted her