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?"

keep her husband and son, to draw the line against the other woman. But Jessica didn't even seem to care enough

thing, Jessica thought. At least she didn't have to answer questions she

something!" Sallie

out her phone and typed a

fists. "Are you trying to drive me crazy? If your husband and son being

What really mattered?

live, Jessica thought, nothing really mattered anymore. Just then, Phelps entered

in exasperation. "Grandpa, Jessica is hopeless.

Phelps cut her off. "Go

of his arm and

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

found him standing in front of a

saw the name "Miss Sheila"

sounded from the watch: "Sorry, the number you have

dad tells me you're a whiz with the Rubik's Cube. Why don't you show me

don't want to. I just

painting. He was still waiting for Miss Sheila to get out of