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.

in his way

Vince couldn't hold back;

drag Timothy out

Timothy never fought

he'd be

options, rushed into

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

Larkin ran outside, finding Vince wild with

could kill you right now! Are you

still refused to

head snapped to

bruised, and realized that if this continued,

be responsible for

his fist

wrapped her arms tightly around Vince from behind. "No,

protect Timothy so much as prevent a disaster-how would they appear in court tomorrow if

froze, his hand suspended

are you doing? How could you hit

to call out to Jessica, then coughed up more

"Jessy, you... you can

around to

Jessica herself was stunned. She hadn't just made a

Jessica up in his arms and spun her around. "You really can talk!

Jessica froze, bewildered.

exercises every day, but she'd never

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

struggling

over and gripped Jessica YoYou can talk-the first

arm

say should be mine."

Timothy a cold glance, brushed his hand off her arm, then