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Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 218
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Vince and Sallie both turned at the sound of footsteps. Yates approached, his face unreadable.

Sallie glanced at Jessica, practically seething. This was it-now everyone would know Timothy had married a

woman who couldn't speak.

Vince, completely unfazed, spoke up. “Sallie thinks Jessica's embarrassing Timothy because she doesn't talk.

Yates, tellhow exactly is Jessica an embarrassment to Timothy?"

Sallie could barely restrain herself from smacking Vince. She adored her little brother and couldn't stand the idea

of any imperfection tarnishing his spotless reputation. Vince, as always, had to say the one thing guaranteed to

make things worse.

Yates's gaze swept over Jessica. To him, she looked even more beautiful today.

"Sallie, Jessica is Timothy's wife. If Timothy himself isn't bothered or ashamed, why should you be? | honestly

don't see how she's done anything wrong." Sallie's eyes narrowed in surprise. "So even you know she's Timothy's

wife?"

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Yates arched an eyebrow. "Yeah. Three days ago at Red House-Timothy was with us, and so was she. Kane called

her mute, and Timothy actually lost his temper over it."

Sallie's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile as she glared at Jessica. "You really know how to make a spectacle

of yourself, don't you? Would it kill you to just stay quietly at The Gilded Whisper Estates and mind your business

as Mrs. Lawson? But no, you have to cout, let everyone see, stir up gossip. If you have so much ton

your hands, why not go toe-to-toe with Sheila instead of parading around Timothy's circle?"

"Sallie!" Vince said sharply, using her full name. "Jessica is my guest. Show her srespect. Timothy's well

aware she's here today. If you want to throw a tantrum, take it up with your brother-not with her."

Sallie's face flushed, her expression flickering between anger and humiliation. She and Vince had bickered for as

long as she could remember, but it never affected their relationship; out in public, Vince always looked out for

her. Yet here he was, cutting her down in front of everyone, all for Jessica.

Backed into a corner, people often instinctively look for backup. Sallie turned to Yates. "Yates, did you hear how

Vince just talked to me?"

Yates replied coolly, "You're Jessica's sister-in-law. Maybe you should think about how you're talking to her first."

Sallie was stunned. Both men-taking Jessica's side?

She jabbed a finger at Vince, then at Yates. "You two are impossible! You're drivingcrazy!"

With that, she spun on her heel and stormed off, her heels clacking furiously on the floor.

She would go straight to Larkin and complain about Vince-she had to. Larkin had always wanted her to marry

Vince, doted on her endlessly. Not that she'd ever be interested in that stubborn jerk. He'd been exasperating

her since they were kids.

Vince turned to Jessica, guilt written all over his face. "I'm really sorry. | invited you here and didn't manage to

shield you from all that. She's alwaysbeen hot-headed-says whatever pops into her mind Don't take it to heart."

Jessica gave him a gentle smile and typed out a message on her phone, assuring Vince it was fine-she didn't

mind.

Mockery, disdain, the judgmental stares—she'd seen them all, ever since she lost her voice. She'd learned to live

with it.

"You're amazingly good-natured. Con, let's head inside."

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Vince gestured for her to go first.

Yates

Jessica walked ahead, Vince glanced back. "Yates, you

t are you standing themel

for?"

"I'll have a smoke. You two go on."

"All right, but don't take forever."

Lighting a cigarette, Yates watched their silhouettes retreat.

Sallie's words had been harsh-he could only imagine how Jessica was treated at hin the Lawson family.

She really did have an uncommon patience.

The last girl he'd met with a temperament like that had been the youngest of the Zimmermans.