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.

with a quiet

her out there alone. Should we go look for her?

Timothy's mind was blank.

was that she

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

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

in his car, waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring

fine. Your ankle hasn't healed yet; you shouldn't be wandering around outside. You barely slept last night. Try to get some rest tonight, okay?" Timothy led her to the largest

reserved for the staff. She agonized for a while, then decided to

would soon take her

slept through most of the day and now found

she saw Mabel calling,

to

and after much

pick up, the housekeeper had no

ma'am. The master... he brought that

the message, her expression

She wanted Jessica to come

might have

have tried-after all, her husband and son

she only had six months