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.

clouded and distant. Sheila pressed her lips together, then walked over to him. As she reached

with

and she can't speak. It can't be safe for her out there alone.

Timothy's mind was blank.

he really knew about Jessica was

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

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

morning, sitting in his car, waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring back her favorite pastries-only

be wandering around outside. You barely slept last night. Try to get some rest tonight, okay?" Timothy led

for the staff. She agonized for

soon

the day and now found

saw Mabel calling,

had tried to reach

to do with Henry, and after much

call went through and Jessica still didn't pick up, the housekeeper

soon, ma'am. The master... he brought

at the message, her

Jessica to come home and fight

past, Jessica might have rushed back immediately. Even knowing

she would have tried-after all, her husband and son were

only had six