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. "Timothy,

with a quiet

her out there alone. Should we go look for

Timothy's mind was blank.

really knew about Jessica was that

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

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

that morning, sitting in his car, waiting half an hour for his assistant to bring back

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?"

for

woman would soon take her mistress's place

day and now found herself wide awake

Mabel calling, she

to

something to do with Henry, and after much indecision,

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

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

the message, her

wanted Jessica to come home and fight

the past, Jessica might have rushed back immediately. Even

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