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 was best not

missed you, so I wanted to check in

all lately, actually. He'd cried more than

want to tell Sheila any

and if she found

out to Sheila because he worried about his mother-since she couldn't speak, he struggled with the embarrassment if others

about

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

"Alright. Take care."

Henry hung up.

something was

couldn't be counted

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

tossed

she truly wanted Henry, anyway. What she really

to be close to

arrived at the

then, night had

were on inside Zimmerman Manor, and he

and

it was, said,

really shouldn't come.

us in a difficult

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

The butler remembering how

had arranged specialists