Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 432

Chapter 432

It felt as though a sharp knife had plunged straight into Jessica's heart.

She'd always treated Henry well-she knew that. Yet, somehow, he always managed to hurt her the most.

"Henry, that's enough!" Timothy's voice was cold, cutting through the tension in the room.

"Dad, I" Henry started to explain.

"Henry." Sheila gently pulled him toward her, her tone soft but firm. "You can't accuse your mom of things she hasn't done."

Henry's lips pressed together in frustration. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh-it was just a reflex. Deep down, he always knew that bringing up his mother would upset his father. But lately, everything had changed. Miss Sheila hadn't come by in a long while, and she didn't visit him at school anymore. Every day, someone from the family picked him up, and his classmates kept asking why his beautiful mom never came. He had no idea what to say.

Whenever he tried to reach Sheila, she'd tell him she was busy and couldn't get away. She'd also told him that his own mother had come back. She never said it outright, but Henry could sense it: his mom was the reason Miss Sheila stayed away.

He slipped his hand out of Sheila's, walked over to Jessica, and whispered, "Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I just wanted Miss Sheila to come over as a guest. Please don't be mad, okay?"

He reached out, hoping to hold Jessica's hand like he used to when he wanted to win her forgiveness with a little charm. In the past, if he ever made a mistake, a little show of affection was all it took-his mother would always soften.

said, and if his father got angry

hand, she recoiled as if she'd been

to be upset he was too shocked. "Mom, you

stunned. The last time she'd seen Jessica, she'd only

can talk now.

Or not? Henry didn't know what to feel. Everything inside him was tangled

sooner? He'd already let everyone think Sheila was his mom, and now, with his real mother talking again, what would people think if he switched back? He felt

His voice gentled. "Aren't you going to congratulate

glared at Timothy. "I

word, she turned and disappeared into the master bedroom. She closed the door behind her,

done loving Timothy-that whatever he did, it no longer mattered. But Henry was different. He was her son, her flesh and blood, the child she'd carried for nine months. His words and actions

frustration and shame spilled down his cheeks. He'd tried to hold her hand, to apologize, but she

could his mom treat him like

"Stop crying. You're not a little girl. Boys don't just burst into tears like

harder Timothy was on him, the harder it

keep his feelings in check-he

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