Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sheila abruptly stopped talking.

Timothy hadn't said a word, and she didn't dare spell things out too plainly.

Whatever she did, Sheila always put herself first-she'd never risk causing herself any kind of irreparable trouble.

"What are you trying to say?" Jessica asked, completely baffled.

Sheila glanced at her but didn't elaborate. She turned and walked away, leaving Jessica more confused than ever.

Jessica wanted to believe Sheila's claim that Vince was willing to help her unconditionally, and that it wasn't because he was in love with her. Honestly, she didn't think it was love, either.

Vince was good to her, but it felt more like the care of an older brother than anything romantic.

After all, when a man looks after a woman, it doesn't always mean love-it could be friendship, or even something like family.

But she and Vince hadn't known each other long enough for real friendship, and as for family...

He did give off that protective, big-brother vibe.

She remembered the day she suddenly found her voice again. Without thinking, she'd called him "Vince," but in her heart, it felt like she was calling him "brother."

Jessica was an only child; she had no siblings. Vince, on the other hand, came from the reputable Zimmerman family, and he was their eldest son-there was no way they could be related.

She turned Sheila's words over and over in her mind, but couldn't make sense of what she'd been trying to imply.

Sheila had to be hinting at something. But if it wasn't love, what kind of "devotion" was she alluding to?

Jessica thought about it the entire ride home, but without more information, it was impossible to guess.

Could Sheila be suggesting that Vince wasn't actually the Zimmerman family's eldest son? Was he really her brother?

she was sure she'd grown up as an only

where was

She didn't want this matter to cause any more trouble for

want to go back to my hometown for a few days. I'm leaving now and

making arrangements, Jessica had a cab take her to

was already

was headed to Jessica's old home. The last time he'd been there, he'd seen childhood photos of her on

Jessica back here, he could easily

control what happened in the future, but for the next month at least, he couldn't let Vince find out

drive you home," he

instantly: "That's not

Timothy put his phone aside and told his assistant, Allen, to keep

let him into Jessica's house, but since she was coming home anyway, he decided against it and

an hour, a taxi pulled up.

Her expression darkened.

objected to her trip-yet here he was,

he

climbed out, leaning on his cane,

him, her eyes cold. She signed,

wanted was to deal with the

knew all too well

care about anything else her only goal was to

Timothy for the time

wasn't much he could do to her

up the house, completely ignoring Timothy. Once

bought a bouquet of chrysanthemums, and headed to her grandmother's