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."

his phone, preparing to call Sallie. Before he could

"Timothy?"

slipped his phone back into his

any dinner. I was about

it," Timothy

up food for three. He and Sheila hadn't had dinner

best to comfort him, but without his parents

or maybe his spirits had lifted, but he ended up polishing off a bowlful, eating more heartily

and he needs his mother. Is something going on between you and Jessica? She seems... upset, like she's avoiding

was clear on

wrong?" Timothy grumbled, frustration creeping into his voice. "She's the one who left. I've done everything I could-talked, pleaded, coaxed her home again and

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

pressing his lips into a thin line. After a

turned and strode