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 way was Timothy-someone he

end, Vince couldn't hold back; he beat

men drag

all, Timothy never

up, he'd

Allen, out of options, rushed into the

the commotion. As they hurried out of their rooms, Secretary Allen

Vince wild with rage, pinning Timothy to the

I could kill you right now! Are you going

still refused

fist came down. Timothy's head snapped to

and realized that if this continued,

be responsible

raised his

darted forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Vince

much as prevent a disaster-how would

his

and scolded him sharply. "What are you doing? How could you hit Timothy like

to Jessica, then coughed up

with emotion. "Jessy, you... you can

snapped his head around to

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

arms and spun her

Jessica froze, bewildered.

day, but she'd never dared hope

this is wonderful! Come on, say 'Grandpa,' let me hear it!" Larkin was nearly

Timothy, struggling

gripped Jessica YoYou can talk-the

arm

say should be mine."

shot Timothy a cold glance, brushed his hand off