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.

you brought Miss Sheila to school for the parent-child event, my classmates and teacher all thought she was my mom. If I go to the competition

way, it would break her heart. If you really don't want her to come, your dad or your aunt

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

"But..."

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

her suitcase and, without a word, wheeled it toward the guest

and Henry

fight with your family because of me. You know I'd feel

set the suitcase down and looked at her,

aren't like they were seven

skipped

Was he saying...?

stay. Please,

then finally relented. "Alright. I'll stay

to step out for a bit,"

the master bedroom. From his own suitcase, he pulled out a

Timothy's Bentley glided down the driveway, the headlights

Three hours later.