Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 552

After a while, Henry picked up the phone.

"Henry, have you had dinner yet?"

Sheila's voice was as gentle and caring as ever.

Maybe it was because Henry wasn't in a great mood-he didn't sound nearly as cheerful as he usually did when she called.

His aunt had told him he should really call Sheila "Great Aunt" according to the family tree.

His mother had been furious about his behavior and was now completely ignoring him.

He should probably do as his aunt suggested.

"Good evening, Great Aunt," he said.

Sheila almost dropped her phone.

"Henry, what did you just call me?"

"Great Aunt. You're Dad's aunt, after all. I should address you properly."

Sheila had so many things she wanted to say to Henry, but his sudden formality left her speechless.

Wasn't he always closest to her? What had changed?

"Henry, it's true I'm your dad's aunt, but we were born the exact same day, month, and year. Technically, yes, I am your great aunt, but you've always just called me Miss Sheila, haven't you?"

"That was my mistake. I should have used your proper title. Is there something you needed, Great Aunt?"

family was back in the country and had planned to get some information out of Henry. But with

in a while. I missed you, so I wanted

been well at all lately, actually. He'd cried

to tell Sheila any

Sheila, and if she found out, she probably still wouldn't speak

he worried about his mother-since she couldn't speak, he struggled

was never about needing

doing fine. If there's nothing else, I'll

"Alright. Take care."

Henry hung up.

like something was

really couldn't be counted

long, and he'd already forgotten her-after all she'd done for

tossed her

wanted Henry, anyway. What she really wanted was

want to be close to her, he

arrived at the Zimmerman

night had completely

lights were on inside Zimmerman Manor, and he

swered, and upon

who it was, said,

you really

in a difficult

up a portfolio. "I'm only here to drop something

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