Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Vince!"

Timothy's voice was sharp, laced with anger as he called out the name.

Vince just sneered. "Perfect. Now you know exactly how I feel. Why is it that you think you can treat others like this, but can't handle it when the tables are turned? Timothy, you never cease to disappoint me."

Timothy realized Vince wouldn't tell him anything, so he hung up the call.

Just then, his secretary, Allen, reminded him quietly, "Mr. Lawson, it's Christmas Eve."

Lately, Timothy had been racking his brain for ways to win back his wife's heart.

A holiday like this was too important for him to let slip by.

"I know. You can leave now," Timothy said, waving Allen out.

He wanted to take Jessica and Henry out for a family dinner tonight, but he was certain she'd refuse if he asked.

Timothy gathered the documents in his hands and returned to The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Jessica usually kept to the master bedroom, rarely venturing out. He went straight to her door and knocked.

Since Timothy was often away, Jessica assumed it was Mabel and opened the door. The moment she saw Timothy, she tried to close it, but he wedged himself inside.

"I have something for you," he said.

At least she didn't shoot him a cold glare.

Once inside, Timothy handed her the file.

"It's the information you wanted."noveldrama

He found it so quickly?

He must have figured out she was searching for Sheila's biological father.

And he was actually willing to hand over those details?

Vince had only managed to get her the car's information at the last minute. The rest, she was still waiting on.

She opened the folder and saw that Mayfield was now a wealthy man in Cloverdale.

Jessica's brow furrowed deeply.

Now that he was settled in Cloverdale, things wouldn't be easy. With his new identity, money, and status, he'd no doubt found ways to cover up everything he'd done in the past.

She wanted to seek justice for her grandmother, who had been deceived, but it wouldn't be simple.

"Tell me," Timothy pressed, "how do you know him? Why are you looking for him?" Jessica looked up. "Did you tell Sheila I've been following him?”

If it was just a casual meeting, Mayfield probably wouldn't even remember her. But if he found out she was tracking him, he'd surely look into her. She hadn't changed her name or identity-if he remembered, she might not be safe.

Timothy's frustration flared-he had never planned to say anything to Sheila. He almost snapped back but held it in, answering coolly, "I haven't told her yet." "So you're saying you might?"

"If you keep hiding things from me, I'll have no choice but to ask her to set up a meeting with Mayfield, and see if he knows you. Maybe I'll finally figure out what's really going on between you two."

He was deliberately turning up the pressure.

Jessica gripped the folder tightly. If she refused to explain her connection to

Mayfield, it had to mean something important.

"If you dare do that, I'll never forgive you," she said coldly.

"You haven't forgiven me already."

Negotiation was Timothy's forte.

"So, that's your plan?" Jessica asked, her knuckles white around the file.

"It's Christmas Eve. Let's go out for dinner, just the three of us."

Jessica's lips curled into a mocking smile. There it was the real reason. "So if I agree to dinner, you'll keep quiet around Sheila?"

"Yes."

Smack!

Jessica landed a stinging slap across Timothy's face. "You're unbelievable-you only know how to threaten people! Is that all you're good for? If you're so eager to tell Sheila, then just go ahead."

She was done letting him hold anything over her head.

Timothy, stunned by the slap and realizing his threat was useless, frowned and tried to explain. "I just want us to have one Christmas Eve together as a family."

"We're getting a divorce, Timothy. What's the point? Where were you for the last six Christmas Eves?"

He'd been in Aetherion.

Christmas Eve and Christmas Day in Aetherion were as important as New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.

His grandparents lived there, so every year, that's where he'd gone.

"I didn't spend Christmas with you and Henry in the past, I admit that. But haven't we spent other holidays together since? Why bring all this up now? Fine, it was my fault-I wasn't

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doesn't everyone deserve a second chance? Can't you give me even one?"

Jessica shot back, "Are you sure I haven't?"

"Have you?"

Her laugh was icy. "When you got me a birthday cake—didn't I give you a chance then?"

"When I was in trouble in Capital City and called you for help-didn't I give you a chance then?"

"And what did you give me in return?"

If he wanted to talk about chances, she'd make it clear.

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"You left for a business trip last minute, promised to make it up to me, but you took Sheila with weren't for your darling son, who told me I was just the hired help, ör that his mom went on the trip with his dad, I'd never have known you brought her along."

"The moment was in danger, the first person thought to call was my husband. should have called the police first, not you In the end, it was the paramedics and police who got me to the hospital. Did it ever cross your mind that if they'd been any later, I could have died? Why else would I have used SOS?"