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."

her wedding ring and set it gently on the

her except her small purse as she

the curb, she waited

up beside her. The window rolled down halfway and Herbert leaned

Mute, where you

"Why are you

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

opened the passenger door. Jessica hesitated, then

car pulled away, Herbert glanced over. "So, Little Mute, you still haven't told me where you want to

to go home." That morning, she'd skipped breakfast so she

had made her so angry she'd almost passed out, and then everything at home had

had been drained, leaving her limp

hands fluttered weakly as she

He didn't feel

today anyway. Let me drive

three hour

"What, don't trust

together and replied, "It's not that. I just don't

There's nothing urgent I need to do. Last time I visited home, I hardly had time to

nodded silently,

day... Sallie didn't give you any trouble,