Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 477

"It's alright, you don't need to look anymore."

"Vince."

Jessica tried to pull away from him. This kind of embrace felt wrong between

them.

But Vince just held her tighter, as if he was terrified she might vanish if he let go.

"Salome..."

Salome?

The name sounded so familiar to Jessica.

It took her a moment, but then she remembered—on that day, stranded on the

island, Timothy had called her by that name.

Jessica stood frozen, confused.

Above her, Vince's voice was rough with guilt, drifting down to her.

"Salome, I'm sorry. Your brother came too late."

"Please forgive me."

"I promise, I'll never let you be hurt again."

Vince pressed his cheek against the top of Jessica's head, but there was no joy in

his face—only endless regret.

He hated himself for his carelessness.

He hated that he hadn't stabbed that knife a little deeper that day.

He gripped Jessica's shoulders and let her go, bending to look into her face. His

right hand traveled down her arm, finding her hand, and suddenly he used it to

strike his own cheek.

"Salome, hit me. Punish this useless brother of yours."

Just as he tried to make her slap him again, Jessica resisted, forcing her hand to

land softly on his face instead.

She looked up at Vince, bewildered. "Vince, what are you talking about? I know

you've been searching for your sister, but I'm not... Please, don't do this. You're

breaking my heart."

are. You're the Salome of the Zimmerman family—I know it

a small heart-shaped

Jessica hesitated, then nodded.

hurriedly pulled out his phone, scrolling

you as a child?"

staring at

was her. Her childhood

her picture after

Each one was her.

looked up again, she saw a tear

eye.

you really my brother? But why

grandmother, a home—how could

heard about the birthmark from Herbert, he might

test had

long ago he'd already

the DNA

to the States, he'd

birthmark.

know

he did,

it's you, but if you need proof,

DNA test."

quietly watching, finally spoke. "Jess,

called Mr. Zimmerman a

was always meticulous; if he said it,

everything clicked

a madman, pointing to his own

her name

wanted her to carve his name

about her

trembled. "Vince, when you asked Timothy to

him

the Red House to talk

it then. A few

Jessica's mind reeled.

So he knew.

did he find

still

own past

her real identity

her back to

to tattoo over

erase it—so

of

could she have fallen in love with

white

her talk

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