Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 59

Sallie's voice was loud and sharp, startling Henry into tears. He ran to Phelps, clutching his great-grandfather's leg. "Grandpa, Aunt Sallie's being mean to me!"

Phelps had always doted on his favorite grandson, Timothy, and naturally, he adored Henry as well. He shot Sallie a disapproving look. "What are you doing, snapping at a child like that?"

Honestly, he was a little surprised. Jessica hadn't even come over to comfort her

son.

With a sigh, Phelps crouched down, pulled out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the tears from Henry's face. "It's true, your great-grandpa is sick. If you don't believe me, I can call him right now and you can ask for yourself."

Henry sniffled and nodded. "Okay."

Taking Henry's hand, Phelps led him out to the living room balcony.

Sallie, meanwhile, dragged Jessica firmly into the master bedroom.

"What is wrong with you?" she demanded. "Can't you see your son is about to be won over by that woman, Sheila?"

face and felt a surge of frustration. Any other woman would be fighting tooth and nail right now to keep her husband and son,

to speak wasn't the worst thing, Jessica thought. At

something!" Sallie pressed,

out her phone and typed a line:

"Are you trying to drive me crazy? If your husband and son being taken away don't matter, what

What really mattered?

nothing really mattered anymore. Just then, Phelps

hurried over, gripping Phelps's arm in exasperation. "Grandpa, Jessica is hopeless. The whole family objected

off. "Go

and left, closing the door

having learned that Sheila really had left because his great-grandpa was ill, still felt glum. He

found him standing in front of a painting, fiddling

name "Miss Sheila" flashing on

the watch:

"Hey, your dad tells me you're a whiz with the Rubik's Cube. Why don't

head. "I don't want to.

the painting. He was still waiting for Miss Sheila to