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.

clouded and distant. Sheila pressed her lips together, then walked over to him. As she reached him, she forced a gentle smile. "Timothy, you can't get ahold

answered with a

so late, and she can't speak. It can't be safe for her out there alone. Should we go

Timothy's mind was blank.

about Jessica was that she was an

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

she must really love

an hour for his assistant to bring back

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

for the staff. She agonized for a while,

she didn't, that woman would soon take

most of the day and now

saw Mabel calling, she

to

had something to do with Henry, and after much indecision, she'd let the call go

and Jessica still didn't pick up, the housekeeper had

The master... he brought that woman back last

the message, her expression

well. She wanted Jessica to come home and fight

have rushed back

Sheila, she would have tried-after all,