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.

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

with

late, and she can't speak. It can't be safe for her out there alone. Should we go look for her? Try to remember-where does she usually

Timothy's mind was blank.

he really knew about Jessica was that she was an

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

the block; she must really love those pastries

his car, waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring back her favorite

around outside. You barely slept last night. Try to get some rest tonight, okay?" Timothy led her to the largest guest

small room reserved for the staff. She agonized for a while,

would soon take her mistress's place

the day and now found herself wide awake in the

Mabel calling, she hesitated

to

Henry, and after much indecision, she'd let

didn't pick up, the housekeeper had no choice but to send

he brought that woman back last

stared at the message, her

meant well. She wanted Jessica to come

have rushed back immediately. Even

would have tried-after all, her husband and son

only had six months