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.

parents, Sheila made her

text message—she remembered the hospital's

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

in a

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

and Vince were

only a year

not being her parents' biological child. If

surely she would've known. It was

"Timothy."

stepped into the

tucking the report out of

are you doing here?"

that a paternity

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 he's your son. Don't do something foolish-if

seriously need a test to

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

was, which only deepened Sheila's concern. She headed toward the admin wing, her mind

would need a

House, when Yates mentioned Vince's return. Vince