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."

Timothy's reasons for approaching her father and asked Vince to intervene

it's nothing. I'll take care

if you need any money. I

you know once things are

Whisper Estates. Vince

the house, Timothy was already there, clearly waiting for

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

low and melodic, even when she was angry and calling

if one day she called him "darling" in that same

Back when they were

The way she would tremble, the tears at the corners of her eyes, it always drove him wild. If she ever did make a sound, he imagined it would

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

three legs were braced,

I'm talking to you. Did you

her. The icy indifference on

heard you," he replied flatly, as if it meant

of my father's

can't just let him rot in there. Whether you ask Vince to help or I do, what's the difference? Why draw

like this, you still want to put on a show? Don't you think that's

found

say a word. Now, at least, she was talking-it

only a little over

retort, but Timothy cut her off. "Please, I'm asking you. Just get through these next twenty days with me. After

much is your

ever kept a

things like that with

a parent-child event, if he wanted