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 Timothy-someone

end, Vince couldn't hold

drag Timothy out of

it all, Timothy

kept up, he'd be

rushed into the house, shouting, "Madam!

As they hurried out of their rooms, Secretary Allen

wild

now! Are

refused

came down. Timothy's head snapped to the side, and he

Timothy's face, swollen and bruised, and realized that if this continued, his broken leg

would be

raised his

arms tightly around

to protect Timothy so much as prevent a disaster-how would they appear

his

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

to Jessica, then coughed up more blood. Propping himself

emotion. "Jessy, you... you can

head around to stare at Jessica-she'd just

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

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

Jessica froze, bewildered.

she'd never dared hope

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

struggling on

Jessica YoYou can talk-the

arm

say should be mine."

cold glance, brushed his

and Vince standing

sure if she could manage another word, but she