Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 159

The mention of chicken noodle soup brought a wave of nostalgia-Timothy realized he hadn't tasted it in ages.

Ever since that family day event, Jessica hadn't cooked a single meal.

Of course, Henry hadn't had chicken noodle soup for quite a while either.

The last time he'd eaten it, Mabel had been the one to make it, and honestly, it had been pretty disappointing.

He couldn't help but miss his mother's cooking.

So he piped up, "Dad, can you call Mom and ask her to come back? I want chicken noodle soup for breakfast tomorrow."

Then he tilted his head toward Sheila and added, "Miss Sheila, my mom makes the best chicken noodle soup. When she comes back, I'll ask her to make extra so you can try some too. It's really good-everything she makes is delicious. You'll be lucky to have meals with me after she comes home."

Mabel felt her stomach churn at that.

saying? Calling his mother home to cook for the mistress? And inviting the mistress to

"Thank you

called Mom yet? I remember you love her chicken noodle soup too. Don't you

be away on business all the time, and when he was, he often found himself longing for Jessica's cooking. It was the taste of home,

dinner had been prepared by Mabel. It looked all right-probably something

down his fork, his expression unreadable. "Henry, you're forgetting- your mother left in a huff today. Do you really think she'd come back so

fluttered in confusion. "Why wouldn't she? If

about skipping chicken noodle soup

of Jessica's attitude. He had no intention

home a hefty paycheck, a bright and adorable son, a sprawling house, maids at her beck and call. Seven years living in luxury, and she was starting to forget that

she to

wait until she came back in

Henry loves the food at The Silverthread Eatery. Why not ask their chef to come cook for us? No need for Jessica to

not been her intention at all—she'd wanted Timothy to