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.

Timothy stared at his phone, his eyes 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 of Jessica,

with a

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

Timothy's mind was blank.

Jessica was that she was an orphan,

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

down the block; she must

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

be wandering around outside. You barely

Mabel retreated to the small room reserved for the staff. She agonized

she didn't, that woman would soon

and now found herself wide awake in the

saw Mabel calling, she hesitated to

had tried to reach her earlier,

guessed it had something to do with Henry, and after

pick up, the housekeeper had no choice

he brought

stared at the message,

Jessica to come home and

the past, Jessica might have rushed back

tried-after all, her husband