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?"

woman would be fighting tooth and nail right now to 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.

something!" Sallie pressed, frowning

her phone and typed a line:

crazy? If your husband and son being taken away

What really mattered?

left to live, Jessica thought, nothing really

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

Phelps cut her off. "Go

his arm and left,

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

a painting, fiddling with his smartwatch, trying

and saw the name "Miss Sheila" flashing on the tiny screen.

a robotic message sounded from the watch: "Sorry, the number

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

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

waiting for Miss Sheila to