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."

Sallie. Before he could dial, Sheila's voice drifted from inside

"Timothy?"

slipped his phone back into his pocket and stepped

dinner. I was about to go find something for him

do it,"

far, just chose a nearby restaurant and picked up food for three. He and Sheila hadn't had dinner yet either, so this would do

sick and irritable. Mabel had done her best to comfort him, but without

food not being homemade. Maybe it was their company, or maybe his spirits had lifted, but he ended up polishing off a bowlful, eating more heartily than he had all day. After dinner, sleepiness overtook him, and he was soon

go on. Henry's still so young, and he needs his mother. Is something going on between you and

worry was clear

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

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

After a moment, he nodded. "Alright.

turned and