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

them-he slammed the door behind him and was

"What's up with Dad? Did

Sheila had no clue.

had rarely seen Timothy in

had to

you're home all day. Any idea what

baffled. He'd spent the whole day working from home, and now-right

It made no sense.

I don't know what

even though the master wasn't around much, before Sheila showed up, everything was peaceful. The couple respected each

warm.

master lingered at home more often, but it

a lot. Let's just ignore him. Didn't you say you wanted to learn how to make paper cutouts?

Secretary Allen. He instructed him to track down exactly how his mother's keepsake had ended up

Timothy, and together

letting Secretary Allen handle

window, and Allen hesitated before speaking. "The shop owner said a beautiful woman-mute, apparently-sold him the items. The pearl necklace and a brooch. He paid her six million for

fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned

The nerve she had.

dared to sell even

for a mere six million. She must be out

chosen it for her himself. Clearly, it meant nothing