Goodbye, Mr. Regret

The mention of chicken noodle soup brought a wave of nostalgia-Timothy realized he hadn't tasted it in ages.

Ever since that family day event, Jessica hadn't cooked a single meal.

Of course, Henry hadn't had chicken noodle soup for quite a while either.

The last time he'd eaten it, Mabel had been the one to make it, and honestly, it had been pretty disappointing.

He couldn't help but miss his mother's cooking.

So he piped up, "Dad, can you call Mom and ask her to come back? I want chicken noodle soup for breakfast tomorrow."

Then he tilted his head toward Sheila and added, "Miss Sheila, my mom makes the best chicken noodle soup. When she comes back, I'll ask her to make extra so you can try some too. It's really good-everything she makes is delicious. You'll be lucky to have meals with me after she comes home."

Mabel felt her stomach churn at that.

Did the young master even realize what he was saying? Calling his mother home to cook for the mistress? And inviting the mistress to stay long-term?

smiled and ruffled Henry's hair, clearly amused. "Thank you for sharing your

turned back to his father. "Dad, why haven't you called Mom yet? I remember you love her chicken noodle soup too. Don't you want her to come back and

to be away on business all the time, and when he was, he often found himself longing for Jessica's cooking. It was the taste of home,

right-probably something she'd learned from Jessica-but

"Henry, you're forgetting- your mother left in a huff

in confusion. "Why wouldn't she? If you call her, she'll

about skipping chicken

of Jessica's attitude. He had no intention

bright and adorable son, a sprawling house, maids at her beck and call. Seven years living in luxury, and she was starting to forget that all her security came

was she

wait until she came

hire a chef for the house instead of making Jessica do all the cooking. Henry loves the food at The Silverthread Eatery. Why

was fuming. That had not been her intention at all—she'd