Goodbye, Mr. Regret

But the anger he'd kept bottled up was now beyond his control.

His eyes, rimmed red and brimming with tears, lost all their usual pride. Swallowing his pride as the eldest son of the Zimmerman family, Vince pleaded in a low, desperate voice, "Timothy, please, just tell me. Even if you won't do it for me, do it for my mother-she's bedridden, barely holding on. Please?"

Timothy pressed his lips together, silent.

Vince's heart ached.

So did Timothy's.

But there was no turning back for him now.

"My mother always treated you well, didn't she? Your mom passed away early, and Salome loved having you around. She even asked my mom to treat you as her own son. When you were sick, when you got hurt, my mother took care of you did you forget all of that?"

He hadn't forgotten. Not at all.

That was exactly why Timothy respected Vince, why he tolerated so much.

Still, Timothy said nothing.

He'd already prepared himself for this moment.

This was the only way he could bring Jessica back into his life.

Once everything settled, he would come and confess in person.

But for now, he needed to make their marriage public-everyone had to know that Jessica was his wife.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want a divorce."

Vince saw he was getting nowhere. His anger boiled over.

After twenty years searching for his lost sister, he'd finally found out she was alive -yet Timothy refused to say a word.

It was the kind of hope that hovered just out of reach, so close you could almost touch it, but no matter how hard you tried, it stayed beyond your grasp.

It was suffocating. Maddening.

his

end, Vince couldn't hold back; he

had his men drag Timothy

Timothy never

this kept up, he'd be beaten to

of options, rushed into the house, shouting, "Madam!

As they hurried out of their rooms, Secretary Allen dashed to Jessica's side. "Madam, please, you have to stop Mr.

Vince wild with rage, pinning Timothy

could kill you right now! Are

still refused

down. Timothy's head snapped to the side, and he spat out

Timothy's face, swollen and bruised, and realized that if this continued, his broken

be responsible

his fist

her arms tightly around Vince from behind.

trying to protect Timothy so much as prevent a disaster-how

his

rushed over and scolded him sharply. "What are you doing?

Timothy started to call out to Jessica, then coughed up more blood. Propping

with emotion. "Jessy, you... you

around to stare

Jessica herself was stunned. She hadn't just made a sound—she'd actually

swept Jessica up in his arms and spun her around.

Jessica froze, bewildered.

she'd never dared hope she'd

say 'Grandpa,' let me hear it!" Larkin was

struggling on

gripped Jessica YoYou can talk-the first

arm

say should be mine."

brushed his hand off