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.

together, then walked over to him. As she reached him, she forced a gentle smile. "Timothy, you can't get

with

speak. It can't be safe for her out there alone. Should

Timothy's mind was blank.

knew about Jessica was that she was an orphan,

food was because he'd once seen her

must

an hour for his assistant to bring back her favorite pastries-only to return home and find her

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

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

didn't, that woman would soon

had slept through most of the day and now found herself wide

she saw Mabel calling,

to reach her earlier,

and after much indecision, she'd let the

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

home soon, ma'am. The master... he brought that woman back

stared at the

She wanted Jessica to come home

past, Jessica might have rushed

outcompete Sheila, she would have tried-after all,