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?"

get some information out of Henry. But with how things were right now, she figured it

you in a while. I missed you, so I wanted to check in and see

all lately, actually. He'd cried more than

want to tell

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

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

never about needing

fine. If there's nothing else, I'll say goodbye. It's almost time for

"Alright. Take care."

Henry hung up.

was stuck in her

couldn't

even been that long, and he'd already forgotten her-after

tossed

that she truly wanted Henry, anyway. What she

didn't want to be close to her, he

at the

night

were on inside Zimmerman Manor,

and upon

it was, said,

really shouldn't come.

us in a

portfolio. "I'm only here to drop something off. Could

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