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.

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

answered with a

for her out there

Timothy's mind was blank.

knew about Jessica was

her favorite food was because he'd

the block; she must really love

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

fine. Your ankle hasn't healed yet; you shouldn't be wandering around outside. You barely slept

work was finished, Mabel retreated to the small room reserved for the staff. She agonized for a while, then

she didn't, that woman would soon take

slept through most of the day and now found herself wide

she saw Mabel calling, she hesitated

tried to reach her earlier,

do with Henry, and after

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

master... he brought that woman

stared at the message, her

well. She wanted Jessica to come home and fight for her

might have rushed back immediately. Even knowing

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

now, she only had six