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

take anything with her except

the curb, she

car pulled up beside her. The window rolled down halfway and Herbert

Mute,

"Why are you

passing through. Hop in-wherever you're going,

the passenger door. Jessica

car pulled away, Herbert glanced over. "So, Little Mute, you still

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

almost passed out, and then everything at

as if all her energy had

fluttered weakly as

looked. He didn't feel right about

anyway. Let me

two or three hour drive," Jessica

grinned. "What, don't trust

replied, "It's not that. I just

hardly had time to see any family or friends. This is

nodded silently, letting

a while, Herbert spoke again. "That day...