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."

preparing to call Sallie. Before he could dial, Sheila's voice drifted

"Timothy?"

back into his

dinner. I was about

it," Timothy

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

done her best to comfort him, but without his parents by his side, the little boy's mood was fragile, and

and Sheila there, Henry made no complaints about the 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

so young, and he needs his mother. Is something going on

clear

one who left. I've done everything I could-talked, pleaded,

buried in work-it's no wonder she feels neglected. Listen to me: go to her. Find her, talk to her properly. Henry

line. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright. Thank you,

and