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.

he take her

rooms and needed to

hotel room

to lie well-his excuses were full

foolishly waiting for some kind

off her phone

she closed her eyes,

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

minor, the incision small, and he was already recovering

wore on, Sallie called Jessica to let her know she

Jessica's phone

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

Sallie's expression darkened immediately.

her own son,

exactly did she

she became. Henry had been siding with Sheila lately—she'd already

Absolutely hopeless.