Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 447

"Aunt Sallie, please come to The Gilded Whisper Estates-save me!"

He needed backup.

At that moment, his thoughts drifted to his mother.

Earlier today, Miss Sheila had helped clear things up for him, so he didn't have to worry about classmates pestering him about his mom anymore.

And now that his mother could speak again-she'd even become the chief judge for the paper-cutting contest. The paper art of the Zimmerman Mansion she made was on display, and loads of kids had gone to see it and were talking about her story.

Even if his mom stood in front of everyone right now, no one would ever look down on her for being mute.

He was her son. Of course his mom wouldn't really abandon him; she loved him so much. If he apologized to her-really apologized-she'd definitely forgive him.

After all, the last time he'd threatened to jump out the window, his mom had rushed back for him.

And whenever his father tried to discipline him, his mom had always stood between them.

So he sent a message to Jessica too.

"Mom, please come back-save me..."

But as soon as he hit send, his phone flashed up an exclamation mark.

Henry's mind went blank.

What he didn't know was that after the last time-when he'd tricked Jessica into coming back by threatening to jump-she'd blocked his number.

He hadn't tried to contact her since. He had no idea that he'd ended up on his mom's blocked list.

His emotions were a tangled mess.

Did his mom really not want him anymore?

Henry's message and immediately tried

wasn't coming, Aunt Sallie

quickly texted

Sallie, I can't answer your call-Dad's going to hit me.

didn't hesitate. She jumped in her car

just arrived at The Silverthread Eatery. She and Daisy were looking at the paper-cut illustrations,

to arrive.

her arms. The two of them were laughing

been a mother, there was a gentle, radiant warmth in

suggestion. "Jess, since Daisy's parents are gone, and you two get along so well, how would you feel about being

Jessy to be my godmother," Daisy chimed in

so gentle-she smelled nice, felt soft and comforting, and was endlessly patient. She just gave off that

do you

small hand to Jessica's cheek. "Miss Jessy, will you be my

Jessica knew exactly how that

to say

was still uncertain. Even though her chances were better now, there was no guarantee of a cure. If

end

in Daisy's eyes made it

about her

when she'd

she'd started to

doctor who'd spent sev

aphasia, and now, so much sooner than

The treatment she was on was helping,

to have

was what made life

to care about was what made you want

hadn't wanted treatment. She'd felt hopeless about Timothy and his son, felt like she had nothing left to