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.

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

answered with

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

Timothy's mind was blank.

really knew about Jessica was that she was an orphan, and

about her favorite food was because he'd once seen her

had stretched down the block; she must really love those

car, waiting half an hour for his

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

her work was finished, Mabel retreated to the small room reserved for the staff.

soon take

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

calling, she

tried to

Henry, and after much indecision, she'd let the

went through and Jessica still didn't pick up,

The master... he brought that woman back

the message,

to come home and fight

past, Jessica might have

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