Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 425

The whole thing left her more confused than ever.

There was no way she and Vince could be related by blood. That was just impossible.

Unless... was there something off on her father's side?

Her mother had jumped from a building all those years ago. But why? What would drive her to do that?

Did it have anything to do with her father?

But then again, Vince didn't seem like he could be her father's son either-they didn't look anything alike.

On the way home, Jessica sent Vince a message.

[Vince, are you really your parents' biological child?]

Her question came out of nowhere and left Vince completely baffled.

[I am, yeah. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?]

So, he was really a Zimmerman by blood.

That meant there was absolutely no way they were related.

Could it be something to do with her grandmother's side?

Her grandmother had been Larkin's first love...

Larkin even said that once she was divorced, he wanted Vince to marry her.

That ruled out the possibility of her mother and Larkin being involved-Larkin would never have said something like that otherwise.

Jessica couldn't find any solid answers on her own. She decided she'd have to go see Sheila and get the truth straight from her.

she got home,

here tonight?"

head, signing with her hands, "No,

do here, and she still needed to track down her

"Let's go, then."

the car

way, but she was still wary of Timothy and

by little, he scooted closer. When she slipped deeper into sleep, he gently eased her head

Jessica slept more

drifted to him. It had been so long since Timothy had breathed in anything that soothing.

finally pulled up to The Gilded Whisper Estates, Jessica stirred awake and found herself nestled

almost bolting out of

shifting away; it had taken him ages to finally coax her to

Jessica's mind was still a jumbled mess. She pulled out her phone

me that out

sound like she was trying to cozy

while, she

was just bored,

can come over

get suspicious, she

with Vince, it wouldn't be

was nearly eight o'clock by

Timothy had thought about

out cold, so he let her sleep. He'd messaged Mabel ahead,

Timothy came to her door and knocked. "Jessy, dinner's

stepped out

already waiting

walked over, Mabel was about to ladle out the soup, but Timothy reached for the spoon first,

gave a gentle

was obvious—the master of the house was treating

two would reconcile. Otherwise, that homewrecker would really get her