Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 440

“Timothy, why don’t you stay a while longer? What’s the rush?”

Timothy turned to look at Yates and replied, “I don’t mind staying, but let’s switch places. Let’s go to the lounge.”

He figured Jessica had probably asked Vince for help again, and they were most likely looking for the owner of that car.

Yates had no idea what Timothy was planning, but honestly, he didn’t care where they sat.

So, the two of them moved to the lounge.

They had barely settled in when Vince and Jessica walked in as well.

Yates let out a quiet chuckle. “No wonder you wanted to switch seats.”

Vince and Jessica noticed them, too.

Yates glanced at Timothy, then quickly waved Vince over. “Hey, Vince! Want to join us?”

He was just trying to give Timothy a little more of a chance.

“No, thanks. I’ve got something to take care of.”

Vince declined, almost curtly.

Yates shrugged helplessly. “Timothy, I tried for you. If Vince won’t take the bait, there’s nothing I can do.”

Timothy didn’t seem bothered. “It’s fine.”

Vince and Jessica found their own seats and spoke in hushed voices.

“So, who exactly are you looking for?” Vince asked.

“The man who ruined my grandmother’s life,” Jessica replied quietly.

She’d never forgotten the doctor from her childhood—the one with the large mole above his left eyebrow. She’d recognize him anywhere.

Jessica explained what had happened all those years ago.

Vince’s expression darkened. “What a scumbag. Cheating someone out of money for medical care? Do you have any proof?”

“I do. My grandmother kept the receipt from when she paid him. She even went to the police, but they never found him. And now, after all this time, I’ve actually run into him.”

“Should we call the police now?”

Jessica hesitated. “Not yet. I want to be sure it’s really him before we do anything.”

She didn’t even know the man’s name yet—if she acted too soon and he slipped away, she’d never forgive herself. Not after what he did to her grandmother.

Timothy sat nearby, quietly smoking, his gaze hardly ever leaving Jessica.

Yates noticed and said, “Timothy, I honestly can’t figure you out. What do you even want?”

“I just want a normal life,” Timothy replied, the same answer as always.

Jessica, though—she’d changed.

If Timothy had ever wanted anything to happen with Sheila, it would have happened a long time ago. His heart and soul belonged to his marriage. Why couldn’t Jessica understand that? Why did she have to make such a big deal out of Sheila?

The middle-aged man had already figured out who Timothy was. He stepped forward. “Sheila is my daughter. May I ask who you are?”

Jessica’s hand slipped, and her phone clattered onto the table.

“Jessy,” Vince said quietly, “is that the man you were looking for?”

Jessica nodded, her face pale.

“Try to stay calm.”

How could she? Sheila had always been the thorn in her marriage. She could have let Timothy go, could have accepted his feelings for Sheila. But in the end, her marriage had lost to Sheila—and now Sheila’s father was the very man who ruined her grandmother’s life.

Timothy looked at Sheila, completely baffled.

Sheila’s voice was soft, apologetic. “He only found me recently. I haven’t had a chance to tell you—or my parents. I’m sorry.”

Timothy’s expression was complicated. “So, you’re going to acknowledge your birth father now?”

“He’s been searching for me for years…”

Sheila worried Timothy would think she was being ungrateful, so she hurried to add, “Timothy, I won’t leave Mom and Dad. They raised me, and I’ll always make sure they’re taken care of.”

But that wasn’t the point. Sheila had been taken in as a newborn by Sandra, raised as their own after Timothy’s mother passed away. Sandra and Abell had poured their hearts into Sheila. Now that she’d found her biological father, how were they supposed to feel?

Timothy pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

Sheila’s father spoke up. “You must be Timothy, right? Sheila’s told me about you. You’re her foster parents’ grandson. I know how much they’ve done for her. Please, don’t worry—I just want to know my daughter. I’m not here to take her away from the Howards.”