Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sheila hurriedly asked Mabel, "Which room is Henry's?"

"This way, please follow me."

Mabel, just a housekeeper, dared not voice her anger about Timothy's behavior. She could only lead Sheila to Henry's room in silence.

Meanwhile, Timothy stepped out onto the balcony and dialed Jessica's number.

Jessica had just settled into bed when her phone lit up with Timothy's name.

Her fingers tensed.

When Timothy heard the call connect, he let out a small sigh of relief.

He waited as the phone rang and rang, but no one picked up. Eventually, the call ended on its own.

A strange heaviness settled in Timothy's chest.

Jessica had never ignored his calls before.

No matter what she was in the middle of, she would always answer when he phoned.

And now, she hadn't come home all day.

Sheila emerged from Henry's room.

then walked over to him. As she reached him, she forced a gentle smile. "Timothy, you can't get ahold of

answered with a quiet

speak. It can't be safe for her out there

Timothy's mind was blank.

really knew about Jessica was that she was

her favorite food was because he'd once seen her lining up outside Velvet Fork,

down the block; she must really love those pastries to

sitting in his car, waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring back her

yet; you shouldn't be wandering around outside. You barely slept last night. Try to get some rest tonight, okay?" Timothy led her to the largest

Mabel retreated to the small room reserved for the staff. She agonized for a while, then decided to call

that woman would soon take her mistress's place

and now found herself wide

Mabel calling, she hesitated

had tried to

to do with Henry, and after

and Jessica still didn't pick up, the

The master... he

at the message, her expression

Jessica to come home

the past, Jessica might have rushed back immediately. Even

would have tried-after all, her husband and son were her whole