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

hospital's name

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

it open in a hurry,

as he stared

and Vince

they were only a

never mentioned not being her parents'

surely she would've known. It was impossible to

"Timothy."

stepped into

paused, quickly tucking the report

are you doing here?" he

that a paternity test?” He shot back, "Why

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.

a test to know my own son? I'm not that

I'm sorry, don't be upset," Sheila said quickly, backing away. "I should go—my friend's waiting

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

need a paternity test

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