Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 88

When you're sick, it's only natural to feel fragile especially for a child. Of course Henry wanted his mom; that was the most instinctive thing in the world.

"Don't say that. Your mom would never stop loving you," Timothy said gently. Hearing his voice, Jessica felt a hint of comfort settle in her chest.

Sheila chimed in, "Don't be scared, Henry. I'm right here too."

"Miss Sheila, you're so nice," Henry murmured.

Timothy carried Henry out, with Sheila following close behind.

They all saw Jessica waiting for them.

Her eyes were soft, filled with warmth as she stepped forward and reached out, wanting to take Henry from Timothy's arms.

"Mommy..." Henry's voice was faint.

Last time it was just a fever-he'd been groggy, uncomfortable, but he'd managed. This time, the pain in his stomach was sharp and relentless. For a little boy, pain was always harder to bear.

Whenever he'd had a stomachache before, his mom would hold him close and gently rub his tummy, soothing the pain and making it a little more bearable.

Tonight, something in Jessica's heart shifted. When she heard her son's voice, so full of longing and trust, she felt even more tender than the last time he'd been sick. Her eyes grew misty, and she didn't wait for Timothy to hand Henry over. Instead, she scooped him up in her own arms.

with discomfort. "Mommy,

hurriedly patted Henry's back and started down the stairs

"You just got off a long flight. Why don't you rest here? Jessica and I will take Henry to the

Be careful on the road,"

followed Jessica downstairs, his steps steady and

Henry's face, it was obvious he

Jessica. And Timothy's attitude toward her, the mute

Timothy's car pulled away from the house and disappeared into the night. Then

open the master bedroom

the table in the sitting area sat a half-eaten birthday cake. An empty disposable plate—a leftover from the

Timothy's birthday.

it must have been

checking his watch; just before ten, he finally went downstairs. A

She clenched her fists.

sheets and blankets were rumpled. A bath towel lay crumpled on the floor. Looking closer, she noticed a damp

knuckles turned white. She turned

fallen for that

they'd gotten married, had a child, built a life together. She