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.

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.

answered with a quiet

can't be safe for her out there alone. Should we go look

Timothy's mind was blank.

really knew about Jessica was that she was an orphan,

because he'd once seen her lining up outside Velvet Fork,

down the block; she must really love those pastries

his assistant to bring back her favorite pastries-only to return home and

but she's otherwise fine. Your ankle hasn't healed yet; you shouldn't be wandering around outside. You

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

didn't, that woman would soon

and now found herself wide

saw Mabel calling, she

tried to reach her earlier,

guessed it had something to do with Henry, and

still didn't pick up, the housekeeper had no choice but

soon, ma'am. The master... he brought

the message, her

wanted Jessica to come home and fight for

have

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