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.

she was my mom. If I

she knew you felt this way, it would break her heart. If you really don't want her to come, your dad

don't you stay a little longer? Jessica can't speak, and

"But..."

really don't want to cause you

without a word, wheeled it toward the

Henry hurried

because of me. You know I'd feel awful if you

and looked at her, his gaze steady and

like they were

skipped a

Was he saying...?

says you can stay. Please,

finally relented. "Alright.

need to step out for a bit,"

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

balcony, watching as Timothy's Bentley glided down the

Three hours later.