Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Mabel looked at Henry in disbelief. Mrs. Lawson had just injured her finger, and not only did he not say a single kind word, he was actually urging her to hurry up.

As a housekeeper, Mabel didn't dare voice her frustration. She simply lowered her head, applied some antiseptic, and carefully wrapped Jessica's wound with a bandage.

While Mabel was putting away the first aid kit, Henry started pestering Jessica again.

"Mom, can you book the plane tickets now?"

Jessica finally responded in sign language, her gestures a bit slower than usual. "I'm not feeling well. I don't want to travel that far. If you want to see your father, I'll call his assistant and have her arrange for you to go."

That seemed acceptable to Henry. He knew his mother didn't care much for Miss Sheila, and honestly, if an argument broke out between them, he wouldn't even know which side to take.

"Fine," he said, a little sullen.

Jessica gestured for Mabel to come closer. She typed something quickly on her phone and showed it to Mabel. "I'll call Mr. Lawson's assistant. Please tell her to come to the house."

"Of course, ma'am."

Jessica dialed the number and put the phone on speaker. It was answered almost immediately.

"Hello, Mrs. Lawson."

"Hi, Secretary Allen, this is Mabel. Mrs. Lawson would like you to come to The Gilded Whisper Estates."

"I'll be right over."

call and signed to Henry

disappointed. But then he thought, the sooner he finished eating, the sooner

dinner. But today, she remained seated, unmoving, so Mabel quietly stood nearby,

half an hour later, Secretary

you wanted

her phone. She held it up for Secretary Allen to read: "Henry

hesitated for a moment. "Has Mr. Lawson approved this?" he asked carefully. Escorting the Lawson family's

"You can call him now and

out his phone and dialed Timothy's number, relaying

phone. He had no way to

her on the phone,"

Mr. Lawson would like to speak with

her head and made a

Lawson doesn't want to talk. If

Henry

a long silence on Timothy's