Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 411

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.

standing in his way

Vince couldn't hold back; he beat Timothy

his men drag Timothy

all, Timothy

kept up, he'd

Allen, out of options, rushed into the house, shouting, "Madam! Is

were both resting, startled awake by the commotion. As they hurried out of their rooms, Secretary Allen dashed to Jessica's side. "Madam, please, you have to stop Mr. Zimmerman. If he keeps going, someone's going

Vince wild with rage, pinning Timothy to the

you right now!

refused

fist came down. Timothy's head snapped to

and bruised, and realized that if this continued, his broken

be responsible

his fist

and wrapped her arms tightly

prevent a disaster-how would they appear in court

froze, his hand

are you doing? How could you

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

emotion. "Jessy, you...

his head around to stare at Jessica-she'd

hadn't just made a sound—she'd

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

Jessica froze, bewildered.

practiced her speech exercises every day, but she'd never dared hope she'd recover her voice

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

struggling on

and gripped Jessica YoYou

arm

say should be mine."

glance, brushed his hand off

and Vince standing

could manage another word,