Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy's eyes narrowed suddenly, sharp with suspicion.

If it were Mabel, she wouldn't have stayed silent on the line.

Could it be Jessica?

Sheila caught the change in Timothy's expression. Truth be told, she'd already guessed it was Jessica.

But Timothy's gaze soon returned to normal. His voice was calm and measured. "There's a restaurant on the third floor. Go ahead and order something-I need to return a call and I'll join you soon."

"Alright."

The moment Sheila stepped out, Timothy pulled out his phone and dialed Jessica.

The call was instantly disconnected.

She still had him blocked.

Timothy wasted no time and called Mabel instead.

She answered right away.

"Is my wife home?"

chores. She'd been so busy, she'd completely forgotten to check if Mrs. Bennett

moment, sir. I'll

Maybe she'd come home after breakfast to catch up on sleep. That's why Mabel hadn't

knocked on the bedroom door.

she pushed it open. The room was empty, the bed

morning, borrowed my phone to call you, then said she was craving those crystal dumplings from Velvet Fork, and went out.

was Jessica

tell her

I think she wanted to use that ring that lets her speak, so she

then used

she comes back, let me know

that, Timothy

urgent to say. Normally,

wanted to see what

so much easier if she just got herself a

that thought, Timothy rang up

up the latest foldable smartphone. Have

"For Mrs. Bennett?"