Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Just then, Timothy's phone rang.

It was a call from Sallie.

The moment he answered, Sallie's voice exploded through the receiver. "Timothy, are you out of your mind? Why did you sell Mom's pearl necklace? If you didn't want it, you could have given it to me! What right do you have to sell Mom's keepsake?"

She was seconds away from outright screaming at him.

Timothy's lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line.

He'd been waiting all day, and now it made sense why Jessica hadn't come home.

She'd actually sold the necklace he'd given her.

Without another word, Timothy hung up on Sallie, rose to his feet, and strode straight out of the house.

Sheila and Henry arrived back just as he was leaving.

"Timothy."

"Dad."

They called out in unison.

But Timothy's face was thunderous, his expression cold as stone. He didn't even

at them-he slammed the door behind him and was

eyebrows. "What's up with Dad?

Sheila had no clue.

Timothy

had to be something

all day.

day working from home, and now-right after the other woman

It made no sense.

just the housekeeper. I don't know

families apart. The lady of the house had always been so kind; even though the master wasn't around much, before Sheila showed up, everything was peaceful.

warm.

the master lingered at home more often,

him. Didn't you say

He instructed him to track

getting the details, Secretary Allen met up with Timothy, and

waited in the car, letting Secretary

"The shop owner said a beautiful woman-mute, apparently-sold him the items. The pearl necklace and a brooch.

clenched so tightly

The nerve she had.

to sell even his

mere six million. She must be out

brooch—he'd chosen it for her himself.