Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"This is..."

Mabel hesitated, clearly at a loss.

But Henry's face was set in a stubborn frown, his eyes shimmering with hurt. It tugged at her heartstrings-he was probably just craving his mother's home cooking.

"Alright, I'll call Mrs. Lawson."

She dialed Jessica's number, but the phone was switched off.

Lowering her voice, Mabel said gently, "Mrs. Lawson's phone is off, Master Henry. Why don't you eat a little something for now? When she returns, I promise I'll persuade her to cook something special for you, okay?"

Henry's disappointment only deepened.

Whenever he was sick before, his mom would be at his side day and night. Now, he hadn't even been discharged, and she hadn't come to the hospital, hadn't made him anything to eat and now her phone was off, too.

What kind of mother was she being?

Unwilling to give up, Henry used his smartwatch to call Jessica himself. When all he got was the automated message that the phone was off, his tears spilled over.

said, her voice growing frantic. After all,

and hurried outside

tried

and worried, she asked, "Henry, sweetheart, what's wrong? Why are you crying

tears. "My mom... she hasn't come to see me

words dissolved into broken

mom just forgot to charge her phone.

But... I don't want Mabel." Henry's voice was

now, so I'll catch the earliest flight. It'll take me about three hours, but

good to me," he sniffled, immediately calming down at her

so sweet to me how could I not come? Don't be sad,

suitcase. Leaving a note on the table, she

Mabel told Secretary Allen about Henry wanting to see Mrs. Lawson and that her phone

Allen reported the news

new phone and kept her updated on his schedule. Why was she sulking