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 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, can

with a

be safe for her out there alone. Should we go look

Timothy's mind was blank.

was that she was

her favorite food was because he'd once seen her

block; she must really love those pastries to

that morning, sitting in his car, waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring back

otherwise 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?"

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

didn't, that woman would soon

most of the day and now found

she saw Mabel calling, she

tried to

and after much indecision, she'd let

pick up, the

he brought that woman

stared at the message, her expression

well. She wanted Jessica to come home and fight for

might have rushed back immediately. Even

have tried-after all, her husband and

now, she only had six months