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.

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

message—she remembered the hospital's name was in

being in a wheelchair, would move a little slower, so she figured

tore it open in

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

Vince

they were only a year

being

known. It was

"Timothy."

into the

paused, quickly tucking the

here?" he asked, his tone

his hand. "Is that a paternity

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 to doubt Henry.

I'd seriously need a test to

I'm sorry, don't be upset," Sheila said quickly, backing away. "I should

which only deepened Sheila's concern.

need a paternity test

Red House, when Yates mentioned Vince's return.