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.

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

answered with a

can't speak. It can't be safe for her out there alone. Should we go look for her? Try

Timothy's mind was blank.

was

knew about her favorite food was because he'd once seen her lining up

stretched down the block; she must really love

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

Your ankle hasn't healed 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 guest

for the staff. She agonized for

soon take her mistress's place

the day and now found herself

saw Mabel calling, she hesitated

tried to reach

with Henry, and

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

The master... he brought that woman back last

the

meant well. She wanted Jessica to come home

the past, Jessica might have

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