Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 45

But then the memory of Henry's rejection flashed in her mind...

She abruptly pulled her hand away from Timothy's grasp.

Timothy's expression darkened, his voice icy. "You need to stop this, Jessica. Henry is sick, he's calling for his mom—are you just going to abandon your own son?"

Jessica stood motionless, unmoved.

Timothy raised a trembling finger at her, frustration etched on his face, but in the end, his hand dropped helplessly to his side.

He picked up his phone and started a video call with Mabel.

Mabel answered, the camera pointed right at Henry.

She was gently wiping Henry's forehead with a warm towel as he lay there, eyes squeezed shut in discomfort, his weak little voice calling out, "Mommy... Mommy..."

Jessica heard Henry's soft, desperate plea and her hands clenched into fists.

"Sir, I've already called an ambulance. You and your wife should hurry back," Mabel said.

"Mommy..."

Jessica nearly broke down in tears. She didn't have to see him to know just how miserable Henry was feeling right now.

systems—before the age of three,

by his side day and night, tending

world, raised from a tiny, helpless bundle into

a son resents his mother, a mother could never resent

son.

softened,

quickly pulled fresh clothes from her suitcase,

ended the call

The Gilded Whisper

room, but she

was cradling Henry, gently rocking him. "Don't cry, Henry. The ambulance will

Sheila, can you be my mommy instead..." Henry sobbed, tears streaming

pale, even her

back two steps,

an ambulance siren echoed

heading straight

relief flooding her face. "Timothy, thank God you're

gathered Henry in

Sheila's own injuries, quickly stepped forward, took Henry from her

Sheila followed close behind.

held the faintest hint of smugness a