Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 429

The threat in the air was palpable.

Hollis could tell immediately-this was not a man he could afford to cross.

After a long while, Timothy stepped out of the visiting room, his chest tight, as if an invisible hand was squeezing the breath from his lungs.

That stormy night in the capital... she must have been terrified.

She'd called him for help, and he hadn't made it to her side.

Only now did he realize: she'd watched her mother jump to her death, then spent the entire night locked in the house by her father as thunder crashed outside. The shock and fear had robbed her of speech.

Everyone dismissed her as mute, but not a single person ever stopped to ask why she couldn't speak.

As for how she ended up with the Greene family...

That was another heartbreak entirely.

At least she'd found her grandmother.

"Mr. Lawson, about your father-in-law-"

"Enough. He's no father-in-law of mine!"

Jessica's adoptive mother had been driven to her death by that man.

With a trembling voice, Timothy bit out, "He's only got two or three months left on his sentence. Pay whatever it takes to get him released early and send him out of the country. The farther, the better."

He was just about to leave when Vince's car pulled up.

Jessica and Vince stepped out together.

Vince felt a pang of guilt toward Jessica. She'd come to him for help to find her birth father, and he'd already started the search.

Fortunately, with a name, photo, and details, it hadn't been hard. He'd found the man was locked up here and brought Jessica along.

The moment Vince saw Timothy, his expression tightened.

it could only

"What

for coming. Had he overheard her conversation with Vince, then tracked down

found him-yet refused

to visit my

got some nerve

Instead, he fixed his gaze on Jessica, his eyes

he spoke. "Jessy, that night, during the thunderstorm

of that night brought a wave of emotion crashing over Jessica.

the fluency of her own

all her hopes on him, dialing

But he hadn't come.

the airport, buying a brooch

talk now,"

stood frozen, surprised that

felt the warmth of a hand closing around her

Timothy in his wheelchair-he could only

know you don't want to hear it, but I need you to know-I did get your

laughed coldly. "Oh, you

She scoffed.

went. I saw

Not only

out the

stock

swan brooches. Then you

them all to

you really do

exactly the right moment."

not what you

what I

longer unable to respond as she once had

hardened, cold

explaining. I saw it all with my own eyes. No explanation will change that. Timothy, I gave you seven years of