Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 97

Her darling son was now siding with outsiders to deceive her...

And yet, just a sliver of kindness from Timothy was enough to make her doubt everything she'd believed.

She even caught herself hoping to hear his explanation, longing for him to make it all clear.

But what kind of explanation did she expect, really? He'd taken Sheila on a business trip and they were staying together. What was there left to explain?

She felt utterly useless.

A single gentle word from Timothy, and she crumbled.

If Timothy truly cared about her, why had it taken him seven years to remember her birthday?

Love really was a master illusionist, blinding people to the truth.

Jessica picked up her phone, left the bedroom, and handed it back to Mabel.

Mabel noticed how pale Jessica looked. She wanted to ask if there had been a fight with Mr. Smith, but didn't dare press further. Ever since Sheila had appeared in their lives, the whole house felt tense and on edge.

Jessica typed a message on her phone.

"Mabel, I'm craving those crystal dumplings from Velvet Fork. I'm heading out for a bit."

"Please be safe, ma'am."

and set it

anything with her except her

curb, she

beside her. The window rolled down halfway

Mute,

"Why

Hop in-wherever you're going, I'll

door. Jessica hesitated, then slid into the

Herbert glanced over. "So, Little Mute, you still haven't

breakfast so she could rush back to the hospital for Henry, afraid he'd go hungry.

passed out, and

as if all her energy had been drained, leaving her limp

weakly as

and exhausted she looked. He

Let me

two or three hour drive," Jessica signed

"What, don't trust

and replied, "It's not that. I just don't want to take

to the country. There's nothing urgent I need to do. Last time I visited home, I hardly had time to see any family or friends. This is the perfect excuse to visit them. So really, I'm not just driving

silently, letting it

while, Herbert spoke again. "That day... Sallie didn't give you any trouble, did