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.

phone, his eyes clouded and distant. Sheila pressed her lips together, then walked over to him. As she reached him, she forced a

answered with a quiet

safe for her out there alone.

Timothy's mind was blank.

about Jessica was that she was an orphan,

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

stretched down the block; she must really love those pastries to wait

waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring back her favorite

You barely slept last night. Try to get some rest tonight, okay?" Timothy

small room reserved for the staff. She agonized for a while,

that woman would soon take her mistress's place for

slept through most of the day and now

she saw Mabel calling, she hesitated

had tried to reach her

do with Henry, and after much indecision, she'd let

still didn't pick up, the housekeeper had no

The master... he brought that

the

meant well. She wanted Jessica to come

the past, Jessica might have rushed back immediately. Even

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