Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Timothy, why don't you stay a while longer? What's the rush?"

Timothy turned to look at Yates and replied, "I don't mind staying, but let's switch places. Let's go to the lounge."

He figured Jessica had probably asked Vince for help again, and they were most likely looking for the owner of that car.

Yates had no idea what Timothy was planning, but honestly, he didn't care where they sat.

So, the two of them moved to the lounge.

They had barely settled in when Vince and Jessica walked in as well.

Yates let out a quiet chuckle. "No wonder you wanted to switch seats."

Vince and Jessica noticed them, too.

Yates glanced at Timothy, then quickly waved Vince over. "Hey, Vince! Want to join us?"

He was just trying to give Timothy a little more of a chance.

"No, thanks. I've got something to take care of."

Vince declined, almost curtly.

Yates shrugged helplessly. "Timothy, I tried for you. If Vince won't take the bait, there's nothing I can do."

Timothy didn't seem bothered. "It's fine.”

Vince and Jessica found their own seats and spoke in hushed voices.

"So, who exactly are you looking for?" Vince asked.

my

with the

what had happened

Cheating someone out of money for medical care? Do you have any

from when she paid him. She even went to the police, but they

call the police

want to be sure

he slipped

sat nearby, quietly smoking, his gaze hardly ever

I honestly can't figure

just want a normal life," Timothy replied, the same answer as

Jessica, though-she'd changed.

His heart and soul belonged to his marriage. Why couldn't Jessica understand that? Why did she have to make such a big deal out of

finally spotted the man she'd been waiting for- and to her shock, Sheila was on his arm, laughing as they came

Vince froze in surprise.

confused, too. Since when did Sheila have another man around? And he

and had never even heard of a man like this in

his cane

her

everything, but she hadn't

spotting Yates-and, at

Sheila. Sheila let go of the man's arm and walked straight up to

what are

Timothy's voice was low and steady, his sharp gaze fixed

curious about Sheila's relationship

her eyes, her voice tentative.

he, Sheila?" Timothy pressed, his patience

had insisted there was nothing