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.

stepped outside just in time to see Jessica climbing out with Daisy in her arms. Vince got out as well, reaching to take Daisy

want to go home. I want to stay with

don't you let her sleep over

have any

for one night. You can

hesitated, then nodded.

Daisy's eye level. "You

Daisy nodded vigorously.

then, both of them turned and saw Timothy

glance, then got back in

Daisy inside. Daisy recognized Timothy at once and greeted him sweetly,

godmother is my wife.

mouth to oblige, but Jessica quickly interrupted, "Daisy, your godmother is getting a

"Do you really need to say

the child? She doesn't even

up,

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live your own lives. If she's divorcing you, I'll just keep calling you Mr. Lawson." Then she

more outrageous than the

a point, kiddo. Such a grown-up.

open the master bedroom door,

skins shining in the atmospheric glow of string lights. A Christmas tree stood proudly on

room is gorgeous! Look at all these apples. If we eat one a day, it'll take a year

Christmas spirit filled the

a year ago, maybe things would have been different. But now, she no longer needed

at Timothy. He said nothing, simply turned and walked

afraid she'd tell him to stop, or accuse him of being

out the roundest, reddest apple and held it