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.

Timothy's parents, Sheila made her own excuse about work

hospital's name was in the

a wheelchair, would move a little slower, so she figured she wouldn't be far behind. Sure enough, as

open in a hurry,

crossed Timothy's face as he

and Vince

they were only a year apart-how

mentioned not being her parents' biological

known. It

"Timothy."

stepped into the

Timothy paused, quickly tucking the report out of

you doing here?" he asked,

that

of my 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 to doubt Henry. Anyone could tell

a test to know my

said quickly, backing away. "I

explain whose test it was, which only deepened Sheila's concern.

else would need

at the Red House, when Yates mentioned Vince's return. Vince was looking