Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 563

Zachary and Mrs. Zimmerman climbed into the car while Jessica stood on the curb, watching them drive away.

As soon as the door closed, Zachary turned to Mrs. Zimmerman. “I think we should get Jessica her own car—something comfortable, with a driver. She’ll need it to get around, especially with everything going on.”

Mrs. Zimmerman nodded in agreement, and instructed their chauffeur to take them straight to the dealership.

Meanwhile, Timothy had just stepped outside. From a distance, he caught sight of the family together, but he didn’t approach. He lingered on the sidewalk, letting them leave before heading toward his own car.

Jessica walked out through the hospital’s front entrance, and only then did Timothy start his engine and follow her at a distance.

When Jessica hailed a cab, Timothy kept his car close behind, trailing her through the city streets.

Inside the taxi, Jessica pulled out her phone and dialed Herbert Wheeler.

Herbert answered almost immediately, his voice brightening the moment he heard it was her. He was clearly thrilled that she was back and wanted to meet up.

“Herbert, it’s a beautiful day out. What do you say we spend some time at the Zimmerman Estate? Maybe take a bike ride around the grounds?” she suggested, her tone light and hopeful.

She was, after all, the Zimmermans’ daughter, and oddly enough, she’d never really explored the old family mansion. The last time she’d thought about it was during a children’s art contest, when the host had mentioned that the paper-cutting piece she’d made for her grandfather had been donated to the estate. She’d always wanted to see it in its new home.

“Sounds perfect. Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

“I’m already in a cab, you don’t have to go out of your way. Let’s just meet at the front gate of the estate.”

Half an hour later, Jessica’s taxi pulled up outside the Zimmerman Estate.

Timothy parked his car a little ways off and watched as Jessica stepped out of the cab.

Being back here, his mood grew heavy. Ever since he’d learned she was Salome Zimmerman, it struck him that he’d never brought her to this place—not once. Yet, this was her ancestral home. As kids, they’d both come here with the adults, laughing and playing in the gardens. Guilt gnawed at him.

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