Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Her darling son was now siding with outsiders to deceive her...

And yet, just a sliver of kindness from Timothy was enough to make her doubt everything she'd believed.

She even caught herself hoping to hear his explanation, longing for him to make it all clear.

But what kind of explanation did she expect, really? He'd taken Sheila on a business trip and they were staying together. What was there left to explain?

She felt utterly useless.

A single gentle word from Timothy, and she crumbled.

If Timothy truly cared about her, why had it taken him seven years to remember her birthday?

Love really was a master illusionist, blinding people to the truth.

Jessica picked up her phone, left the bedroom, and handed it back to Mabel.

Mabel noticed how pale Jessica looked. She wanted to ask if there had been a fight with Mr. Smith, but didn't dare press further. Ever since Sheila had appeared in their lives, the whole house felt tense and on edge.

Jessica typed a message on her phone.

"Mabel, I'm craving those crystal dumplings from Velvet Fork. I'm heading out for a bit."

"Please be safe, ma'am."

slipped off her wedding ring and

didn't take anything with her except

she waited for

her. The window rolled down halfway

Little Mute, where

signed, "Why are you

you're going, I'll give

the passenger door. Jessica hesitated, then slid into

"So, Little Mute, you

the train station. I want to go home." That morning, she'd skipped breakfast so she could rush back to the

passed out, and

as if all her energy had been drained, leaving her

hands fluttered weakly as she

noticed how pale and exhausted she looked. He didn't feel

today anyway. Let me drive

three hour drive," Jessica signed

grinned. "What, don't trust

together and replied, "It's not that.

need to do. Last time I visited home, I hardly had time to see any family or friends. This is the perfect excuse to visit them. So really, I'm not just driving you out of

silently, letting