Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 317

Vince knew all too well-getting Timothy thrown in jail wouldn't be easy. Still, the evidence they had would be more than enough for a divorce.

Jessica agreed.

She couldn't speak; she'd been mute since birth. That made her a person with a disability, and when something like this happened, the social services took the matter seriously.

She'd made her wishes clear-she didn't want to blow things up into a public scandal. She just hoped the relevant authorities could help mediate the divorce quietly.

The women's advocacy group also filed an application on her behalf.

After the incident, Jessica hadn't changed her clothes or tried to clean herself up —she'd preserved all the evidence, knowing it would be needed.

She wanted out. The old evidence might have been twisted by Timothy's expensive lawyers, but after last night, even the best attorney in the city couldn't talk their way out of this.

Once everything was in motion, Vince drove Jessica to a hotel.

After settling her in, he went out and bought her several sets of clothes— everything from pajamas to comfortable daywear.

When he returned, Jessica was still in the shower.

Vince took a set of pajamas out of the bag. "Jessy, I'm leaving some clothes for you right outside the bathroom door, okay? You can grab them when you're done."

lightly against the

where he texted his assistant to pick

eaten breakfast, and it was nearly noon. Given her state, he doubted she'd

texting, a message popped up on his

*Where are you?*

expression hardened.

was Timothy's wife. Vince was Timothy's friend. By all logic, he shouldn't

couldn't help

Bryant's words from the other day echoed in his

it be that he actually... cared about her? Liked

a name

or mistreat Jessica, he wanted to call him out. When Jessica talked about divorce, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to help. The last time he learned Timothy had hurt

And this time...

wanted to kill

know what

torn clothes, exposed skin, long legs-his only instinct was to protect her, to shield her. There was

he heard the bathroom door crack open-a soft sound, followed by

out of the shower, his thoughts didn't

wanted her to