Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 202

"You threatened to jump off the balcony just to make me watch cartoons with you?"

Henry's dark eyes met hers. "Why not? Think about it, Mom-when was the last time you watched cartoons with me?"

Jessica's lips froze mid-reply.

Why didn't she watch cartoons with him? Was he really pretending not to know the reason?

Henry nudged her, impatient. "Come on, sit down! This one's even made by Miss Sheila herself. She's amazing. Let's watch it together, and then you have to help me cut out the characters for my scrapbook. I want to make a picture book for Miss Sheila."

To Henry, Sheila was everything a person should be: understanding, gentle, endlessly considerate.

She'd even called today, asking him to bring his mom home, all for the sake of harmony in the family.

If he could just keep Mom at home, then Miss Sheila wouldn't have to worry anymore; she might even come back to stay at The Gilded Whisper Estates.

With his paper-cutting contest coming up soon, he needed Sheila around more than ever.

Jessica felt as if a thorn had lodged in her throat, making it hard to breathe.

tight. "You already know how to make

brows drew

first paper-cut picture

pang of guilt stabbed through

promised Mom that the first one he finished on his own would be for

so annoying? Always asking questions! Can't you just sit and watch

Mabel, and quickly typed a message into her

few more staff to keep an eye on him. He just called me threatening to jump if no one paid attention to him. If anything happens, it'll be on all

treasure—if anything happened to him, every staff member in The Gilded Whisper Estates

worry, ma'am. I'll get more people

staff and warning them that young Henry had threatened to throw himself off the balcony. They needed to keep a close watch on him,

saw the house was secure, she turned to

"Mom!"

after her. "Are you running away again? Do you know how much trouble you're causing? What's wrong with you lately? Why can't you just stay home like you're supposed to? Even Miss Sheila's

language. "You're saying Sheila told you

sprawled across the sofa, arched an eyebrow. "You're never home anymore. She's afraid to come over-she thinks you don't like her. She even told me to talk to you, to ask

pressed her lips together, lost in