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.

her lips together, then walked over to him. As she reached him, she forced a gentle smile. "Timothy,

answered with

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

Timothy's mind was blank.

Jessica was that she was

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

had stretched down the block; she must

his assistant to bring back her favorite pastries-only to

hasn't healed yet; you shouldn't be wandering around outside. You barely

small room reserved for the staff.

she didn't, that woman would soon take her mistress's place for

and now found herself wide awake in

calling, she hesitated

tried to reach her

with Henry, and after much

didn't pick up, the housekeeper had

The master... he brought that woman back

at the

She wanted Jessica to come home and fight for

might have rushed

Sheila, she would have tried-after all,