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.

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

answered with

can't speak. It can't be safe for her out there alone. Should we go look for her? Try

Timothy's mind was blank.

was that she

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

must really

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

You barely slept last night. Try to get

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

woman would soon take her mistress's place

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

she saw Mabel calling, she

to reach her

guessed it had something to do with Henry, and after

went through and Jessica still didn't pick

The master... he brought that woman back last

at the message, her

to come home and fight

the past, Jessica might have

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