Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 288

The other kids were already busy, their little hands hard at work.

Henry, however, sat perfectly still, not making a move.

He was deep in thought, torn by a single question: Whose likeness should he cut out? Sheila's or Jessica's?

He'd always pretended in public that Sheila was his mother, and his father had never objected. But now, suddenly, his father had forbidden it.

If only his mother hadn't shown up today, none of this would be a problem. He could have just made his paper silhouette look like Sheila and avoided all this trouble.

But now his mother was here, and worse, she was the head judge. If he made his mother's silhouette look like Sheila, she'd definitely give him a low score.

Henry was the best at paper cutting in his whole class, and everyone expected him to win a prize at the competition. If he didn't, it would be humiliating.

But if he chose to make his mother's likeness, as soon as she opened her mouth -well, she couldn't speak, and everyone would laugh at her. Worse, they'd laugh at him, the son of a mute woman.

He was completely conflicted, paralyzed by indecision.

Both his parents were strikingly good-looking. If he managed to capture their features well, he was sure he'd win. But if his work didn't turn out right, he could kiss the prize goodbye.

fault, really. She'd never liked going out before, and if only she'd stayed home where she

She'd ruined everything.

minute ticked by. Henry still sat motionless, lost

furrowed, leaned close to Timothy and

the sidelines, seized the moment to snap a photo of

have the nerve to refuse a

easy this case would be

Zimmerman's bravery and his willingness to stand up

an heir of The Lawson

was cool and dismissive. "Leave

gaze remained fixed

the children on stage, her expression intent

and rested

had rarely seen

and a

woman—so quiet

surface,

act. She