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

allergic to hotel rooms and needed to

suddenly, a hotel

lie well-his excuses were full of

waiting for some

shut off her phone and got in line to

she closed

didn't care to worry about Henry anymore. With

was already recovering quickly. The doctor said he could

know she was leaving and it

Jessica's phone

Sallie tried Mabel instead.

"Where's your lady?"

hospital this morning, said she was going out for breakfast, and hasn't returned since. She's not answering her phone. Sir had Secretary Allen deliver

Sallie's expression darkened immediately.

neglecting her own son, not even

did she think

annoyed she became. Henry had been siding with Sheila

Absolutely hopeless.