Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"It's me, Timothy. I'll be back the night after tomorrow. Ask Mabel to help you out more with Henry."

After sending the message, Timothy handed Sheila's phone back to her.

"Finish that sketch as soon as you can. Bring it to the expo in two days and show it to Ines."

Sheila nodded. "That's my plan as well."

"Alright, I'll leave you to it. I have to run an errand."

Once Timothy left, Sheila picked up her phone and saved the most recent call. She glanced over the text messages, then opened her messenger app and added a new contact.

Note: Jessica, it's Sheila.

When Jessica received Timothy's message, another notification popped up- someone wanted to add her as a friend. She paused when she read the note.

Timothy had called and texted her using Sheila's number.

So, they'd been together this whole time.

Of course.

Her nephew and her younger sister sharing a hotel room-what kind of story was that supposed to be?

As his lawful wife, Jessica couldn't help but sneer at Timothy's utter lack of concern for appearances. He contacted her openly, using Sheila's phone, as if

nothing was wrong.

did he take

to hotel rooms

suddenly, a hotel

lie well-his excuses were

waiting for some kind

off her phone and got in

plane, she closed her eyes, determined to

care to worry about Henry anymore. With Sallie there, he'd be just

and he was already recovering quickly. The

let her know she was leaving

phone was

Sallie tried Mabel instead.

"Where's your lady?"

for breakfast, and hasn't returned since. She's not answering her phone. Sir had Secretary Allen deliver a new phone to her, and I've messaged her, but there's been no reply. She

Sallie's expression darkened immediately.

was neglecting her own son, not

she think

about it, the more annoyed she became. Henry had been siding with Sheila lately—she'd already warned Jessica

Absolutely hopeless.