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.

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

Henry's hair, clearly amused. "Thank

father. "Dad, why haven't you called Mom yet? I remember

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, the

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

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

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

about skipping chicken noodle soup

attitude. He

she'd had it here—a husband who brought home a hefty paycheck, a bright and adorable

was she to

she came back in

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

fuming. That had not been her intention at all—she'd wanted Timothy to call his wife home, not