Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 451

Vince answered the call.

Timothy Lawson's voice came through the line.

"You're helping Jessy look into Mayfield. Do you know why she's after him?"

Jessica Greene frowned; Timothy seemed awfully interested in this matter.

She couldn't let him find out the truth.

Vince's reply was curt. "Stop calling me about this. I'm not telling you anything."

He hung up.

Turning to Jessica, Vince reassured her, "Don't worry, Jessy. I won't let him in on any of this."

“But getting justice for my grandmother won't be easy,” he added. “Timothy showed me Mayfield's file today. Turns out Mayfield's been living in Cloverdale for who-knows-how-long, and he's made quite a name for himself. I'd bet all those shady things he did in the past are well covered up now."

Jessica shook her head slightly. "No secret stays buried forever. It's not up to him to decide what stays hidden."

Vince nodded. "Yeah."

Jessica agreed, but she knew it wouldn't be easy.

And with Mayfield being Sheila Howard's biological father, she had no doubt Timothy would do anything to protect Sheila if he ever learned the truth.

That's why Timothy could never find out.

Their car pulled into The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Daisy stirred and woke up.

to see Jessica climbing out with Daisy in her arms. Vince got out as well, reaching to take Daisy from

arms around Jessica's neck. "Uncle, I don't want to go home. I want

why don't you let her sleep over at my place

any clothes with

enough for one night. You

then

"You be

Daisy nodded vigorously.

them turned and

shot Timothy a cool glance, then got back in his

carried Daisy inside. Daisy recognized Timothy at once and greeted

my wife. You should

to oblige, but Jessica quickly interrupted, "Daisy, your

in exasperation. "Do you really need

She doesn't even know what

up,

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means my godmother doesn't want you anymore, and you'll both live your own lives. If she's divorcing you, I'll just keep calling you Mr. Lawson." Then she glanced up at Jessica, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Godmother, after you get divorced, you should marry my uncle.

one more

Daisy's little nose. "You have a point, kiddo. Such a grown-up. Now, time for a bath

bedroom door, a wave of

arranged red apples, their glossy skins shining in the atmospheric glow of string lights. A

at all these apples. If we eat one a day, it'll take a year to finish

the room, and Jessica's lashes

all this had happened a year ago, maybe things would have been different. But now, she no longer

over at Timothy. He said nothing, simply turned

tell him to stop, or accuse him of being

roundest, reddest apple and held