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.

answered with a quiet

her out there alone. Should we go look for her? Try to

Timothy's mind was blank.

he really knew about Jessica was that she was an orphan,

knew about her favorite food was because he'd

line had stretched down the block; she must really love those

his assistant to bring back her favorite pastries-only

speak, but she's otherwise fine. 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

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

she didn't, that woman would soon take her

slept through most of the day and now found herself wide awake in

saw Mabel calling, she hesitated to

had tried to reach

to do with Henry, and after much

call went through and Jessica still didn't pick up,

soon, ma'am. The master... he brought that

the message,

Jessica to come home

might have rushed back immediately.

tried-after all, her