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.

his way was

couldn't hold back; he beat Timothy

men drag Timothy out of the

it all, Timothy

he'd

Allen, out of options, rushed into the

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

finding Vince wild

now! Are you going to talk

refused to

snapped to the side, and he spat out

saw Timothy's face, swollen and bruised, and realized that if this

be responsible

raised his

arms tightly around Vince from

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

his

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

to Jessica, then coughed up more blood. Propping himself up, his

"Jessy, you... you

to stare at Jessica-she'd

herself was stunned. She hadn't

Vince swept Jessica up in his arms and spun

Jessica froze, bewildered.

day, but she'd never dared hope she'd recover

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

struggling

Jessica YoYou can talk-the first

arm

say should be mine."

his

Vince standing

could manage another word,