Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 92

Mabel hurried to open the door.

Someone had come to the house.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Timothy Lawson's residence?"

"Yes, it is. Can I help you?"

Whenever someone visited, it was always Mabel who greeted them at the door; Jessica didn't speak, so she couldn't handle guests.

"We're from The Silverthread Eatery. Mr. Lawson ordered a birthday dinner for Mrs. Lawson through our restaurant. He wasn't able to make it to the restaurant tonight, so he asked us to deliver the meal to your home so Mrs. Lawson could enjoy it here."

Mabel could barely contain her excitement. "Please, come in!"

"And these flowers-Mr. Lawson had them delivered to our restaurant earlier today, so we're bringing them along. Could you please give them to Mrs. Lawson?"

Jessica watched as Mabel, clutching a beautiful bouquet, hurried toward her.

"Ma'am, Mr. Lawson ordered you a special birthday dinner, and he got you these flowers too. Aren't they just gorgeous?"

Jessica stared at the vibrant bouquet of fresh peonies, momentarily caught off guard.

"Here you go, take them," Mabel urged, beaming. Jessica, still a little dazed, reached out and accepted the flowers.

the dinner was arranged on the table, the staff from

added, "Ma'am, it shows that Mr. Lawson really does

the blossoms and noticed a card tucked among

Birthday, Mrs. Lawson

It was his handwriting.

Jessica stood there, stunned.

was right. Maybe Timothy

that voice pendant, Timothy threw it away and replaced it with a voice-emitting ring. When she didn't come home,

to the dining table and

what she'd always

wasn't truly indifferent to her—he was just learning, step by step,

knew she'd wanted to dine

ready

were a tangled

business trip for a few days. When he returned, she'd take another

set the flowers down, took her seat at the table, and began

later, her phone lit up with a message

at the hospital all day. Can you

night nurse on duty,

She decided to go.

communicate, she