Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Zachary and Mrs. Zimmerman climbed into the car while Jessica stood on the curb, watching them drive away.

As soon as the door closed, Zachary turned to Mrs. Zimmerman. "I think we should get Jessica her own car-something comfortable, with a driver. She'll need

it to get around, especially with everything going on."

Mrs. Zimmerman nodded in agreement, and instructed their chauffeur to take them straight to the dealership.

Meanwhile, Timothy had just stepped outside. From a distance, he caught sight of the family together, but he didn't approach. He lingered on the sidewalk, letting them leave before heading toward his own car.

Jessica walked out through the hospital's front entrance, and only then did Timothy start his engine and follow her at a distance.

When Jessica hailed a cab, Timothy kept his car close behind, trailing her through the city streets.

Inside the taxi, Jessica pulled out her phone and dialed Herbert Wheeler.

Herbert answered almost immediately, his voice brightening the moment he heard

it was her. He was clearly thrilled that she was back and wanted to meet up.

time at the Zimmerman

enough, she'd never really explored the old family mansion. The last time she'd thought about it was during a children's art contest, when the host had mentioned

perfect. Where are you? I'll come

have to go out of your way. Let's just meet at the

hour later, Jessica's taxi pulled up outside the Zimmerman

ways off and watched as Jessica stepped out of the

back here, his mood grew heavy. Ever since he'd learned she was Salome Zimmerman, it struck him that he'd never brought her to this place-not once. Yet, this was her ancestral home. As kids, they'd both come here with the adults,

the perfect wife dutiful, quiet, always putting his needs first. He'd completely overlooked the fact that she needed support, too; that she had feelings, hopes, and desires of

by the gate, scanning the area as if looking

Herbert lived

he parked and climbed out, Jessica's face lit up-she wayed to him beaming. Herbert strode over,

smiles were radiant, dazzling

Timothy's chest tighten. He felt a sharp, physical pain behind

he thought. She just never

headed to the ticket

members of the Zimmerman family, but Jessica's current ID didn't reflect her family name. She didn't let it bother her; instead, she happily bought two tickets, and the