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.

young master even realize what he was saying? Calling his mother home

"Thank

you called Mom yet? I remember

the time, and when he was, he often found himself longing for Jessica's cooking. It was the taste of home, the kind that made him

prepared by Mabel. It looked all right-probably something she'd

"Henry, you're forgetting- your mother left

in confusion. "Why wouldn't she? If you call her, she'll definitely come

so bad about skipping chicken noodle soup for

Jessica's attitude. He had no intention

to spend a few days on her own, to remind her how good she'd had it here—a husband who brought 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 all her security came

she

she came back in

should hire a chef for the house instead of making Jessica do all the cooking. Henry loves the food at The Silverthread

been her intention at all—she'd wanted Timothy to call his wife home, not hire a