Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 443

“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.”

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.”

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