Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 386

Sheila froze.

A paternity test? Timothy was doing a paternity test?

But for whom?

Surely not for Henry. Anyone with eyes could see the resemblance-Henry looked so much like Timothy that no test was needed to prove they were father and son.

So who was it for?

Her mind was spinning with questions as she carried a plate of fruit into the living room.

Timothy had just finished his cigarette. He maneuvered his electric wheelchair through the doorway.

"Dad, Mom, have some fruit," he said, rolling up to the dining table.

Sheila glanced at him. He was distracted, eyes glued to his phone, a flicker of excitement playing across his face.

She called out, "Timothy, come have some fruit!”

"I'll pass. I need to head out," he replied, already motioning for the housekeeper to call the driver.

fruit with Timothy's parents, Sheila made her own excuse about

remembered the hospital's name was in the

way to the genetics center. Timothy, being in a wheelchair, would move a little slower, so she figured she wouldn't be far behind. Sure enough,

tore it open in a hurry,

unreadable look crossed Timothy's face as he stared at the results.

and Vince

a year

mentioned not being her

known. It was

"Timothy."

stepped into the

Timothy paused, quickly tucking the report out

you doing here?" he asked, his tone

the papers in his hand. "Is that a paternity test?” He

old classmates works in admin here. She wanted to see me," Sheila replied, her eyes darting back to the envelope. In a low voice, she added, "Timothy, there's no need

I'd seriously need a test

upset," Sheila said quickly, backing away. "I should go—my friend's waiting

which only deepened Sheila's concern. She headed toward

need a paternity test

remembered that night at the Red House, when Yates mentioned Vince's return. Vince was looking for his