Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 25

Timothy walked over, concern etched on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Timothy, talk to Henry for me, will you? I really have to go back home."

Sheila looked pale and anxious.

Timothy's voice grew gentle. "Is this about the news today?"

"Timothy, we..." Sheila turned away, struggling for words. "I don't want to be a burden to you anymore. My father just called-he's arranged a marriage for me. He wants me to come home and meet the man."

"Miss Sheila, please don't leave, okay? My teacher recommended me for the children's arts competition, and I want you there with me..."

Henry clung to Sheila's hand, his voice trembling with tears.

Sheila's eyes filled with tenderness. She knelt down and gently wiped away Henry's tears.

"Henry, it's not that I don't want to be there for you. I've already delayed my trip for days. Your great-grandfather keeps urging me to come back. But if I get the chance, I promise I'll visit again, alright?"

Henry turned hopefully toward Timothy.

my mom. If I go to the competition with

be embarrassed about your mother. She can't speak, but that's not her fault. If she knew you felt this way, it would break her heart. If you

said, "Sheila, since Henry needs you, why don't you stay a little longer? Jessica can't speak, and now that Henry's older, it's only natural he cares about

"But..."

pressed together, struggling. "I really don't want to cause you any

suitcase and, without a word,

and Henry hurried after

with your family because

looked at her, his gaze steady

aren't like they

skipped a

Was he saying...?

Sheila, Dad says you can stay. Please, don't leave yet, okay?" Henry

finally relented.

step out for

later returned and went into the master bedroom. From his own suitcase, he pulled out a velvet box containing the Voice

balcony, watching as Timothy's Bentley glided down the

Three hours later.