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?"

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

Jessica thought.

something!" Sallie

took out her phone and

me crazy? If your husband

What really mattered?

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

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

Phelps cut her off. "Go keep

of his arm and left, closing the

his great-grandpa was

in front of a painting, fiddling

name "Miss Sheila" flashing on the tiny

sounded from the watch: "Sorry, the

tells me you're a whiz

shook his head. "I don't want to. I just

painting. He was still waiting for Miss Sheila to get out of the hospital, so