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?"

other 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

thing, Jessica thought. At least she

Sallie pressed, frowning

out her phone and typed a

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

What really mattered?

six months left to live, Jessica thought, nothing really mattered

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

cut her off. "Go

of his arm and left,

great-grandpa was ill, still felt glum. He trudged

a painting, fiddling with his

and saw the name "Miss Sheila" flashing

a robotic message sounded from the watch:

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

"I don't want to.

waiting for Miss Sheila to get out of the hospital, so he could give