Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 477

“It’s alright, you don’t need to look anymore.”

“Vince.”

Jessica tried to pull away from him. This kind of embrace felt wrong between them.

But Vince just held her tighter, as if he was terrified she might vanish if he let go.

“Salome…”

Salome?

The name sounded so familiar to Jessica.

It took her a moment, but then she remembered—on that day, stranded on the island, Timothy had called her by that name.

Jessica stood frozen, confused.

Above her, Vince’s voice was rough with guilt, drifting down to her.

“Salome, I’m sorry. Your brother came too late.”

“Please forgive me.”

“I promise, I’ll never let you be hurt again.”

Vince pressed his cheek against the top of Jessica’s head, but there was no joy in his face—only endless regret.

He hated himself for his carelessness.

He hated that he hadn’t stabbed that knife a little deeper that day.

He gripped Jessica’s shoulders and let her go, bending to look into her face. His right hand traveled down her arm, finding her hand, and suddenly he used it to strike his own cheek.

“Salome, hit me. Punish this useless brother of yours.”

Just as he tried to make her slap him again, Jessica resisted, forcing her hand to land softly on his face instead.

She looked up at Vince, bewildered. “Vince, what are you talking about? I know you’ve been searching for your sister, but I’m not… Please, don’t do this. You’re breaking my heart.”

“Jess, you are. You’re the Salome of the Zimmerman family—I know it now. Tell me, do you have a small heart-shaped birthmark over your left chest?”

Jessica hesitated, then nodded.

Vince hurriedly pulled out his phone, scrolling to a saved photo. “Look, isn’t this you as a child?”

Jessica’s pupils dilated, staring at the photo.

It was her. Her childhood self, unmistakable.

Vince showed her picture after picture.

Each one was her.

When she finally looked up again, she saw a tear clinging to the corner of Vince’s eye.

She asked quietly, “Are you really my brother? But why don’t I remember any of this? I have parents, a grandmother, a home—how could I be your sister?”

If Vince had only heard about the birthmark from Herbert, he might still have doubts—after all, no DNA test had been done. But Timothy had called.

Timothy had said long ago he’d already found Salome.

He must have done the DNA test; there was no doubt left.

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