Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 7

Sheila hurriedly asked Mabel, "Which room is Henry's?"

"This way, please follow me."

Mabel, just a housekeeper, dared not voice her anger about Timothy's behavior. She could only lead Sheila to Henry's room in silence.

Meanwhile, Timothy stepped out onto the balcony and dialed Jessica's number.

Jessica had just settled into bed when her phone lit up with Timothy's name.

Her fingers tensed.

When Timothy heard the call connect, he let out a small sigh of relief.

He waited as the phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. Eventually, the call ended on its own.

A strange heaviness settled in Timothy's chest.

Jessica had never ignored his calls before.

No matter what she was in the middle of, she would always answer when he phoned.

And now, she hadn't come home all day.

Sheila emerged from Henry's room.

at his phone, his eyes clouded and distant. Sheila pressed her lips together, then walked over to him. As she reached him, she forced a gentle smile. "Timothy, you can't

answered with

her out there alone. Should we go look for her? Try to remember-where does she usually

Timothy's mind was blank.

about Jessica was that she was an

only reason he knew about her favorite food was because he'd once seen her lining up outside Velvet

had stretched down the block; she must really love those pastries to

his assistant to bring back

you shouldn't be wandering around outside. You barely slept last night. Try to get

for the staff. She agonized for a while,

that woman would soon take her mistress's place for

day and now found herself wide awake in the

she saw Mabel calling, she

tried to

something to do with Henry, and after much indecision, she'd let the call

Jessica still didn't pick up, the housekeeper had

master... he brought

at the message, her expression

well. She wanted Jessica to come home and fight for

past, Jessica might have rushed back immediately.

she would have tried-after all, her husband

only had six months