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.

the one standing in his way was Timothy-someone

end, Vince couldn't hold back;

had his men drag

all, Timothy never fought

he'd

into the house, shouting, "Madam! Is

Allen dashed

and Larkin ran outside, finding Vince wild with rage, pinning

kill you right now! Are

still refused to

to the side, and he spat

face, swollen and bruised, and realized that if this continued, his

would be

his fist

wrapped her arms tightly

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

his hand suspended

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

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

"Jessy,

his head around to

stunned. She hadn't just made

up in his arms and spun her around. "You really can talk! Quick, say my

Jessica froze, bewildered.

day, but she'd never

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

Timothy, struggling

over and gripped Jessica YoYou can

arm

say should be mine."

a cold glance, brushed his hand

and Vince standing

sure if she could manage another