Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 473

The only effective way forward was to start with Vince.

Vince slid behind the wheel, started the car, and gunned the engine. His heart slammed against his ribs. If Jessica really was Salome...

He shut his eyes, unable to let his thoughts go any further.

If it was true, the pain was unbearable.

He'd been right there, always by her side, yet he’d watched her suffer and—when Timothy set that cruel trap—he’d even chosen, just once, to turn his back on her.

Timothy knew Salome too. She’d always depended on him as a child, always wanted to be near him.

Timothy probably knew more about her than anyone.

On top of that, he’d once confided in Timothy about her birthmark—something so intimate, so private. Now, Timothy and Jessica were married. If Jessica was Salome, if she had that birthmark, Timothy would definitely be suspicious.

So, when Timothy claimed he had news about Salome... what if he meant Jessica?

If that was the case—and Timothy used information about Salome to torment them in court, to force Jessica back to The Gilded Whisper Estates—then Timothy’s actions were truly unforgivable.

Vince’s hands shook as he pulled out his phone and dialed Jessica.

“Hello, Vince?” Her voice trembled through the speaker, and his heart twisted with worry and a tenderness he could barely contain.

“Jessica, where are you?”

“I’m on my way back to my hometown.”

“With Herbert?”

“Yeah, he’s giving me a ride.”

Vince’s voice quavered, and Jessica wondered if Timothy’s condition was more serious than she’d realized. Why else would Vince sound so shaken?

She was torn. No matter what, she’d never wanted Timothy dead. But whenever she remembered the pain he’d caused her, the words just wouldn’t come.

“Send me your location. I want to come see you.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll hang up now.”

Jessica sent him the address.

If something had happened to Timothy, Vince would have told her, wouldn’t he? There was no way he’d just leave Timothy to come visit her if things were dire.

Vince needed to see where Jessica grew up—maybe he could find some clue, something that would confirm his suspicions.

He couldn’t say anything yet, not without proof. He didn’t want to scare her.

If she really was Salome, he needed to understand her childhood, her life, everything about her past.

His car sped down the highway.

Jessica and Herbert had left the accident scene and reached The Gilded Whisper Estates in just over twenty minutes; now, they’d only been on the road for half an hour.

Vince was already merging onto the interstate.

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