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

was allergic to hotel rooms and needed to stay at their

a hotel

couldn't even be bothered to lie well-his

still foolishly waiting for some

was boarding. Jessica shut off her phone and

the plane, she closed her eyes, determined

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

appendectomy had been minor, the incision small, and he was already recovering quickly.

Jessica to let her know she was leaving and it was her turn to look after

phone

Sallie tried Mabel instead.

"Where's your lady?"

was going out 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

Sallie's expression darkened immediately.

was neglecting her own son, not even

did she think

the more annoyed she became. Henry had been siding

Absolutely hopeless.