Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 359

Timothy let out a cold laugh. "How do you even have the nerve to keep asking me for favors?"

It was as if he'd completely forgotten stabbing Timothy in the back—or shipping his wife off overseas—forcing him, injured, to come crawling for help.

Vince arched a brow. "Isn’t it because you’re the only one who can actually get things done? Nobody else can handle this."

Timothy shot back, "You really have no shame, do you?"

"If I did, how would I survive in business with a genius like you around? Come on, drop the attitude. I lost my temper, all right? Besides, tell me honestly, wasn’t some of this your fault too?”

Timothy’s lips twitched.

"Nice. You really know how to guilt-trip people."

"Okay, I’m not here to argue. Let’s get to the point—can you speed things up?"

Vince was desperate to find his little sister. It wasn’t just his mother or his father and grandfather who missed her; he missed her too. Every night, when he lay awake, he’d picture his baby sister—sweet, gentle, impossibly cute—and his heart would ache, wondering if she was suffering somewhere out there.

"I’ll be blunt—you’re not going to like this—but it’s been years, Vince. The Zimmermans have searched so long. The odds aren’t good."

"Even so, I have to try. Whether she’s alive or not, I need answers before this life is over."

A shadow flickered across Vince’s face.

"You’d be better off preparing Mrs. Zimmerman for the worst. If she expects nothing, she won’t be crushed by disappointment."

"Easy for you to say. Try losing your own kid and see how you handle it. It’s always easy to be heartless when it’s not your problem."

Vince never bothered to sugarcoat things with Timothy.

"If you never find her, what then? You’re willing to let your mom die with regrets?"

Vince pressed his lips together. "That won’t happen. I’ve talked to Jessica. If it really comes to it, and we still can’t find my sister, when my mom’s at the end, I’ll have Jessica pretend for a little while. Mom won’t notice in that short time."

"Are you insane?" Timothy snapped. "A mother knows her own child! You really think your mom won’t see through that?"

"Yates says Jessica looks a lot like my sister, and honestly, she does. She’s gentle, soft-spoken, always kind—just not as quick to smile."

A strange darkness clouded Timothy’s eyes.