Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 320

Timothy’s expression darkened as he shot Vince a look, then spoke into his phone. “Understood. I’ll be right there.”

He could guess easily enough—this was probably Vince’s doing, bringing Jessica in to file a report.

A chill flickered across Timothy’s usually warm and handsome features, but he didn’t bother to argue with Vince.

Standing up, he said, “I’ve got something to take care of. I’ll be off.”

Yates blinked in confusion. “We haven’t even started dinner.”

Timothy didn’t look back. He walked straight out, letting the private dining room door click shut behind him.

Yates turned to Vince, giving him an exaggerated thumbs-up. “You’re something else. Seriously, I don’t get it—why does Timothy put up with you?”

Vince raised an eyebrow. “You mean today?”

“Not just today. I mean, even before this. Today’s just weirder than usual.”

Vince, for his part, didn’t think Timothy’s patience today was all that odd. What did puzzle him was Timothy’s leniency in the past. Aside from that whole battery share fiasco, he’d pushed Timothy’s buttons plenty of times.

But Timothy had never really held it against him.

For Jessica’s sake, Vince hadn’t mentioned what Timothy did to her last night. Instead, he changed the subject. “Tell me, what makes you think I’m trying to steal Timothy’s wife?”

Yates snorted. “Oh, please. It’s obvious. If you’re not stealing his wife, why hide her away and meddle in their marriage? What do you want me to think?”

Vince frowned. “Did I ever say I liked Jessy?”

Yates nodded, dead serious. “You might as well have. It’s written all over your face.”

Truth was, Yates had barely interacted with Jessica—maybe three times, tops.

Once at a private room in Red House.

Yates’s gaze darkened. “Maybe I’m overthinking it.”

Why was he the only one who saw the resemblance? Jessica had already entered their social circle at the Zimmerman family’s banquet, and yet no one else had raised the question.

Meanwhile, Timothy drove back to The Gilded Whisper Estates.

The heads of the Disability Support Center and the Women’s Advocacy group met him at the door. Their message was clear: Timothy was being accused of marital assault. Out of respect for their marriage, Jessica had only asked them to help mediate a divorce, not press criminal charges.

Given Jessica’s disability status, they were taking the case very seriously. They hoped the matter could be resolved quietly, without it escalating to the police. They asked Timothy to cooperate with Jessica’s requests and agree to an amicable divorce as soon as possible.

“Please tell her I agree to the divorce. She can come back and discuss the details with me anytime.”

Timothy didn’t protest. He gave his consent without hesitation.

This was the only way to keep the authorities at bay—and, more importantly, to see Jessica again as soon as possible.