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

up with Dad? Did something major

Sheila had no clue.

seen Timothy in such

to be something

Mabel. "Mabel, you're home all day. Any idea what

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

It made no sense.

I don't know what goes

so kind; even though the master wasn't around much, before Sheila showed up, everything was

warm.

home more often, but it no longer felt like

lot. Let's just ignore him. Didn't you

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

up with Timothy, and together they headed

letting Secretary Allen handle

later, Allen returned. Timothy rolled down the window, and Allen hesitated before speaking. "The shop owner said a beautiful

tightly his

The nerve she had.

dared to sell even his mother's

six million. She must

her himself. Clearly, it meant