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.

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

don't want to go home.

let her sleep over

doesn't have any clothes with

enough for one night. You can bring her some

then nodded.

eye level. "You be good for

Daisy nodded vigorously.

turned and saw

a cool glance,

Daisy recognized Timothy at once and greeted

godmother is my wife.

interrupted, "Daisy, your godmother is getting a divorce. You don't need

brow furrowed in exasperation. "Do you

doesn't even

up,

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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 he's much

more outrageous than the

laughed, tapping Daisy's little nose. "You have a point, kiddo. Such a grown-up.

bedroom door, a wave of sweet

their glossy skins shining in the atmospheric glow of string lights. A

all these apples. If we eat one

filled the room, and

year ago, maybe things would have been different. But now, she

said nothing, simply turned and

him to stop, or accuse him

and held it up. "Godmother, you