Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 404
In the end, Timothy left without a word.
Yates couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy as he watched Timothy's lonely figure retreat in his wheelchair.
"Vince, you really went too far this time," Yates said, turning to his friend. "You're older than Timothy, and you've made plenty of
money. Couldn't you have cut him some slack? Besides, you're the one stealing his wife."
Yates didn't know the whole story. He was speaking as a friend, and in his mind, Vince was clearly in the wrong. No matter the
current state of Timothy and Jessica's marriage, they were still husband and wife.
"What do you know?" Vince shot back. "You really think it's fine for a married man to treat another woman better than his own
wife? You think that's okay?"
"That's a question of personal morals, not a crime. Even if it was, that's what courts are for. You don't get to play the hero here.
And don't try to make yourself sound noble-what you're doing isn't any better. If you think Timothy's wrong for treating Sheila
better than Jessica, then what does that make you for going after his wife?"

"I'm not stealing his wife. He's the one pushing her away."
"That doesn't mean you should be the one to catch her," Yates argued, exasperated. "You really want to be the guy who picks up
the pieces? Even if you like her, at least wait until Timothy's divorced. Honestly, he's been incredibly patient with you-he's put up
with more than most would. If someone treated us this way, we'd have thrown punches already, wouldn't we?"
“I'm done discussing this. I really can't figure out what goes on in your head. You have zero sense of decency," Vince muttered.
Yates scoffed, "I'm not the one lacking decency here. At least I'm not stealing someone else's wife. If I ever get married and you
try to steal my wife, I won't be as forgiving as Timothy."
Vince grinned, "Please, you don't even have a wife yet. Am I supposed to steal your imaginary wife? Maybe by the time I get
married, you'll still be single."
Yates shrugged. "That's just because Salome disappeared. If she were still around, as soon as I hit legal age, our dads would
probably force us to get married."
that noble excuse.

"Don't give me th
You never even wanted that arranged marriage," Vince said, then abruptly changed the subject.
"Anyway, enough about that. el. no

investing in the movie. You
promised this morning. You handle
the theater deal."
Yates's eyes narrowed. "You set me up, didn't you?"
Vince smirked. "Not on purpose. I didn't know it was this movie. Just happened
that way. Now you're in the pit."
Yates clicked his tongue in
annoyance. "Fine, you win. Looks
like your war with Timothy has officially dragged me onto the battlefield. If Timothy gets mad at me, you take the blame."
"Relax, I'll take full responsibility. Deal?"
"Good. That's more like it."
Honestly, Yates didn't care whether Vince or Timothy was the investor; it made no difference to him. He'd only tried to talk Vince
out of it because he thought stealing Timothy's wife was wrong. But if Vince insisted, there was nothing more to say. He'd done
his part-offered his advice, tried to talk sense into him-but if it fell on deaf ears, he'd just have to let it go.
Once Vince had sorted everything out, he sent Jessica a message.
*Don't worry. I've taken care of everything on my end.*
Jessica couldn't help but admire Vince's efficiency when she saw the message.

Actually, compared to Vince, Timothy was incredibly capable as well. After taking over the Lawson Group, he'd managed to
propel the company forward by leaps and bounds in a short time.