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.

Jessica climbing out

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

smiled. “Vince, why don't you let her sleep over at

have any clothes with

her well enough for one night. You can bring

then

to Daisy's eye level. "You be good for your godmother,

Daisy nodded vigorously.

and saw Timothy standing in

glance, then got back

Daisy recognized Timothy at once and greeted him sweetly,

your godmother is my wife. You

your godmother

exasperation. "Do you really need to

doesn't even know what divorce

up,

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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. He smiles way more than Mr. Lawson and

more outrageous than

nose. "You have a point, kiddo. Such a grown-up. Now, time for

pushed open the master bedroom door, a wave of

bedroom was filled with beautifully arranged red apples, their glossy skins shining in the

is gorgeous! Look at all these apples. If

the

had happened a year ago, maybe things would have been

He said

afraid she'd tell him to stop, or

picked out the roundest, reddest apple and held