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.

balcony, Timothy stared 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 get ahold of Jessica,

answered with

out there alone. Should we go look

Timothy's mind was blank.

really knew about Jessica was that she

he knew about her favorite food was because he'd

block; she must really love those pastries to

sitting in his car, waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring back her favorite pastries-only to return home and find

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

reserved for the staff. She agonized

she didn't, that woman would soon take her mistress's

and now

she saw Mabel calling, she hesitated to

had tried to reach

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

Mabel's call went through and Jessica still didn't pick up, the housekeeper had no

The master... he brought that woman back

the message, her

to come home and fight

past, Jessica might have

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

only