Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 94

The nurse saw Jessica signing and, blinking in sympathy, lamented, "She's so beautiful—what a shame she can't speak."

Henry could read Jessica's sign language. She was telling the nurse that she was his mother. He tensed, terrified she'd use her voice synthesizer and reveal the

truth.

Annoyance crept into his voice. "What are you waving your hands around for? No one else understands your sign language."

Jessica pulled out her phone, intent on using her voice ring to speak.

But Henry snatched her phone away before she could, turning to the nurse with a bright, practiced smile. "Ma'am, she's our housekeeper. My dad likes a quiet home, so he hired someone who doesn't talk."

Jessica froze.

Did he just say she was the housekeeper?

She'd seen this plot play out on TV-sons, ashamed of their mothers after making something of themselves, introducing them to others as the help or distant relatives. The mothers never got angry; they'd just cry quietly, terrified of embarrassing their child.

despised those ungrateful sons with

her wildest dreams had she imagined that one day, she'd find herself in their

silent tears-the pain was like a

gently wrapped gauze around Henry's arm and dabbed his

instinctively tried to hug Henry, worried he might

away, his voice tinged with impatience. "I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm tough—I'm not scared of needles. You don't

was, smiled approvingly. "You're a brave young

Henry's face tightened and his brows furrowed, but he bit down hard and didn't let a single whimper

better than anyone

needle in place, Henry puffed up a little with

his hair. "You did great, Henry. Last time you were here with your mom, you still needed her to

that Sheila was his mother,

your mom around, you're supposed to act a little

at them curiously. "By the way,

dad on a

clenched into fists before she could