Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Soon, the rumble of a car engine drifted in from outside.

Jessica emerged from the bathroom, having just brushed her teeth.

Henry was standing in her room, his small face scrunched up in a look of reproach.

She glanced at Henry with indifference, then walked over to the sitting area, poured herself a glass of milk, and opened her laptop to read the script Mr. Smith had sent her.

She acted as though Henry wasn't even there.

Henry couldn't believe it.

He'd come all the way to his mom's room-and she was treating him like thin air!

Fuming, he marched over and slammed the laptop shut.

"Mom, why are you ignoring me?"

did Jessica look up, meeting Henry's furious

already made it clear he didn't want her as his

"Why did you embarrass me at the craft competition? I'm your son! Did you really want me to lose face in

You weren't like this

to Dad, with

it embarrassing to finally

his pent-up

to Timothy; after all, she and Timothy were now just two separate people. Once the marriage ended, they

But Henry was different.

was the child she'd carried for

bond between mother and son was permanent, unbreakable, no matter what happened between her and Timothy. Even if they severed

disappointment. "If you hadn't tried to deceive people, how would you have lost face? A person of integrity, who truly understands gratitude, is admired and respected by others. Tell me, are you that kind

was left speechless by

rimmed with red. But at last, he couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted, "It's all because you're a mute! If you weren't mute, I wouldn't have let Miss Sheila pretend to

Smack-

a son never scorns his mother. You can make a craft about gratitude, but you're ashamed because I can't speak? What right do you have to win any prize, or care about your reputation?