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.

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

with a

for her out there alone. Should we go look for

Timothy's mind was blank.

about Jessica was that she was an orphan,

because he'd once

must really love those pastries to wait so

that morning, sitting in his car, waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring back her

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 led

the small room reserved for the staff. She agonized for

would soon take her mistress's place

the day and now found herself wide awake

saw Mabel calling, she

to reach her

guessed it had something to do with Henry, and after much indecision, she'd let

when Mabel's call went through and Jessica still didn't pick up, the housekeeper had no choice but to send

The master... he

the message, her

meant well. She wanted Jessica to come home and fight for her

past, Jessica might have rushed back immediately. Even

outcompete Sheila, she would have tried-after all, her husband and