Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 496

"Sallie, do you seriously have the nerve to call me right now? Or have you just conveniently forgotten everything that happened?"

She was furious.

Vince gritted his teeth and spat out, "Let me make myself perfectly clear: from this day on, whatever happens to Timothy-whether he lives or dies-has absolutely nothing to do with the Zimmerman family!"

With those words, he hung up.

Sallie nearly threw her phone in frustration.

This was a disaster.

Salome had always been the Zimmermans' favorite. That day, right in front of Vince, she'd called Jessica a mute and accused her of embarrassing the Lawsons just by showing up.

It was no wonder Vince had lost his temper.

But now Timothy had vanished without a trace. Where was she supposed to find him?

Timothy was on the mountain.

He'd returned to the same old abbey he'd visited once before.

He was lucky; just as he walked in, he came across Father Benedict, the abbey's head priest, whom he'd met on his previous visit.

"Father," Timothy greeted him quietly.

Father Benedict pressed his palms together and bowed his head slightly. "Peace be with you, my son."

Timothy had seen enough of the world to know the proper etiquette, and since he'd come seeking the priest's guidance on how to escape his pain, he tried to follow Father Benedict's example, bowing his head and folding his hands. "Peace be with you, Father. I visited your abbey once before, and your words about suffering left a deep impression on me. I have some questions I'd like to ask."

come this way, my

followed Father Benedict into the

incense drifted through the air while soft Gregorian chants played in the background. The moment Timothy stepped through the doorway, he was enveloped by

turmoil in his heart seemed to quiet, if only

pot of tea was kept warm. After a brief glance, Father Benedict

are you?" the priest

hide his surprise. It wasn't often that anyone could see straight through

you

Benedict smiled, unhurried. "It's written

frowned. He prided himself on keeping his emotions in

them. He got straight to the point: "How do I ease the pain of unfulfilled longing and

how do you think it can be eased?"

go back to our old life together, then the pain would stop. But she refuses. She's gone,

Benedict was quiet for a while before he spoke, "When an addict is overwhelmed by withdrawal, what's the first thing he thinks

the drug,"

if he does, does the pain

comes

nodded, satisfied. "So, do you understand

mean, for an addict, the relief from pain is only

right. The pain ebbs for a little while, and the person feels happiness what

relief, but that

chill run through him. He understood

couldn't do

not sure I agree. If my wife came back to me and we lived as we used to, wouldn't that take the pain away?

ever suffer withdrawal? The only real cure is to quit entirely.

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