Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 482

A heavy silence settled over the room.

They had been friends since childhood—once inseparable.

As Timothy’s emotions spilled over, the sadness in his voice tugged at Vince and Yates, no matter how hard they tried to steel themselves.

After a moment, Timothy sank onto the couch, his tone detached. “Go to the Lawsons. Tell them—everything that happened was my fault. I’ll take the blame.”

“If you want to take Jessica away, do it. I won’t stand in your way anymore.”

“Just… leave. I don’t want to see either of you right now.”

Vince had carried a thousand grievances in his chest, thinking he’d finally let them out when he saw Timothy. But faced with Timothy’s withdrawal, it was like punching into a pillow—no resistance, no catharsis.

Timothy was backing down completely, refusing to fight back or even acknowledge their anger. He’d never once raised a hand to them. Even when Herbert Wheeler had come by last time, Timothy just dodged, taking a blow from a pool cue without retaliating.

Especially with Vince and Yates—he simply absorbed every accusation, refusing to argue or defend himself. Yates had even landed a couple of punches just now, and Timothy hadn’t said a word.

Vince felt a growing frustration twist inside him. He grabbed Yates by the arm. “Let’s go.”

Yates looked stricken with guilt. As they stepped out of the villa, he frowned and muttered, “Where’s Salome?”

“She’s at home. Let’s check in at the Lawson mansion first, see what’s happening.”

They each got into their own cars.

As Yates started the ignition, memories of Jessica flooded back. The first time he met her, he’d only watched from the sidelines, amused and curious. The second time was at Larkin Zimmerman’s birthday dinner—he’d noticed her again, thinking how patient she seemed, much like Salome, even while Sallie Lawson criticized her in front of everyone.

He remembered, too, how as a kid he’d snipped off her braid and narrowly escaped a scolding from Mrs. Zimmerman, only because Salome had pleaded for him.

He’d always seen the resemblance, mentioned it to Vince, even joked about it on social media, knowing Vince was looking for Salome—yet somehow, it never clicked that Jessica and Salome were the same person.

And now everything was unraveling.

Timothy had known all along that Jessica was Salome, and kept it from everyone. Yates still hadn’t asked Vince how he’d figured it out.

At least, by some stroke of luck, she’d married into the Lawsons. But even there, she’d faced so much indignity.

How could they possibly accept that?

Phelps looked caught in the middle. “Jessy and Timothy are married. They have a son. They’re a family now. As elders, we can’t tear them apart. If you help them reconcile, I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”

Larkin nearly exploded. “Don’t kid yourself!”

Middleton chimed in, “They have to divorce. Salome is Yates’s fiancée by our families’ agreement. It’s time to set things right.”

Phelps grew anxious. “They’re already married, with a child. Even if they divorced, how could Salome marry Yates? He and Timothy are lifelong friends—it would be a scandal.”

Mrs. Bryant frowned. “What scandal? She has a child, so what? If Salome wants to keep the baby, he can take our family name—become a Bryant. We can provide for him.”

Chaos. Utter chaos.

Phelps’s nerves frayed further. “Absolutely not. Henry is the Lawsons’ eldest grandson. There’s no way he’s taking the Bryant name.”