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?"

at Jessica's impassive face and felt a surge of frustration. Any other woman would be fighting tooth and nail right now to keep her husband

able to speak wasn't the worst thing, Jessica thought. At least she didn't have to answer questions she didn't

Sallie pressed, frowning

her phone and typed a line: "It

you trying to drive me crazy? If your husband

What really mattered?

months left to live, Jessica thought, nothing really mattered anymore.

exasperation. "Grandpa, Jessica

her off. "Go keep

arm and left, closing the

had left because his great-grandpa was ill, still felt glum. He trudged back to his

found him standing in front of a painting, fiddling with his smartwatch, trying

came closer and saw the name "Miss Sheila" flashing on the tiny

the watch: "Sorry, the

whiz with the Rubik's Cube. Why don't you show

don't want to.

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