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.

his mother home to cook for the mistress? And inviting the mistress to stay

ruffled Henry's hair, clearly amused. "Thank you for sharing your

beamed at the attention. Then he turned back to his father. "Dad, why haven't you called Mom yet? I remember

often found himself longing for Jessica's cooking. It was the taste of home, the kind that made him feel truly

Mabel. It looked all right-probably something she'd learned from

unreadable. "Henry, you're forgetting- your mother left in a huff today. Do you really

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

so bad about skipping chicken

Jessica's attitude. He

hefty paycheck, a bright and adorable son, a sprawling house, maids at her beck and call. Seven years

she to

until she came back in

"Timothy, really now. You should hire a chef for the house instead of making Jessica do all the cooking. Henry loves the food at The Silverthread Eatery. Why not ask their chef to come cook for us? No need for Jessica to

was fuming. That had not been her intention at all—she'd wanted Timothy to