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, can

with a quiet

safe for her out there alone. Should we go

Timothy's mind was blank.

Jessica was that

because he'd

had stretched down the block; she must really love

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

shouldn't be wandering around outside. You barely slept last night. Try to get some rest tonight, okay?" Timothy led her

was finished, Mabel retreated to the small room reserved for the staff. She agonized for a while, then decided to

soon take

and now

Mabel calling, she

had tried to reach her

something to do with Henry, and after

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

master... he brought that woman back

stared at the

to come home

past, Jessica might have rushed back immediately. Even

she would have tried-after all, her husband and son were