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

safe for her out there alone. Should we go look for her? Try to remember-where does she

Timothy's mind was blank.

Jessica was that she

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

the block; she must really love

half an hour for his assistant to

speak, but she's otherwise fine. Your 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

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

that woman would soon take

and now

calling,

had tried to reach her

it had something to do with Henry, and after much indecision,

went through and Jessica still didn't pick

master... he brought that woman back

stared at the message, her

She wanted Jessica to come home and fight for her

might have rushed

she would have tried-after all, her