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.

walked over to him. As

with a

her out there alone. Should we go look for her? Try to remember-where does she usually

Timothy's mind was blank.

Jessica was that she

because he'd once seen her lining up

block; she must

hour for his

Your ankle hasn't healed yet; you shouldn't be wandering around outside. You barely slept last night. Try to get some rest

room reserved for the staff. She agonized for a while, then

that woman would soon

of the day and

she saw Mabel calling,

tried to reach her earlier,

something to do with Henry, and after much indecision,

through and Jessica still didn't pick up, the housekeeper had no choice but

master... he

stared at the message, her expression

well. She wanted Jessica to come home and

the past, Jessica might have rushed back immediately. Even

outcompete Sheila, she would have tried-after all, her