Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 105

Mabel opened her mouth as if to speak, then hesitated, swallowing her words.

Timothy's handsome features were set in a cold, irritated scowl. "Out with it, Mabel. All at once."

She fidgeted, lowering her gaze. "I just think... Mrs. Lawson hasn't seemed herself lately."

As a housekeeper, Mabel had learned to hold her tongue, even when she was bursting with frustration.

Timothy's patience was wearing thin. "And what exactly am I supposed to do with that? You're not telling me anything new."

Mabel let out a quiet sigh. The real reason was obvious—wasn't all this because of Sheila? Even she, a mere servant, could see it. How could Mr. Lawson be so blind?

"Sir, maybe you should ask your sister," she suggested gently. "She was with Henry at the hospital today, and Mrs. Lawson only came by later in the evening."

"That's enough. Go home, Mabel. I'll stay with Henry."

phone, preparing to call Sallie. Before

"Timothy?"

slipped his phone back into his pocket and

have any dinner. I was about to go find something for him to

do it,"

up food for three. He and Sheila hadn't had dinner yet either, so

had left Henry both sick and irritable. Mabel had done her best to comfort him, but without his parents by his side,

ended up polishing off a bowlful, eating more heartily than he had all day. After dinner, sleepiness overtook him, and he was soon dozing peacefully. Sheila took Timothy's hand and

so young, and he needs his mother. Is

clear on

into his voice. "She's the one who left.

"Women need companionship. You're always buried in work-it's no wonder she feels neglected. Listen to me: go to her. Find her,

a thin line. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright.

and strode