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? Did something major

Sheila had no clue.

seen Timothy in

to

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

day working from home, and now-right after the

It made no sense.

don't know what goes on with

lady of the house had always been so kind; even though the master wasn't around much, before Sheila

warm.

lingered at home more often, but

hand. "My dad gets like this a lot. Let's just ignore him. Didn't you say you wanted to learn how to make paper cutouts?

outside, Timothy immediately called Secretary Allen. He instructed him to track down exactly how his

with Timothy, and together they headed to the luxury consignment

car, letting Secretary Allen handle the

rolled down the window, and Allen hesitated before speaking. "The shop owner said a beautiful woman-mute, apparently-sold him the items. The pearl necklace and a

tightly

The nerve she had.

to sell even his mother's

She must be out

himself. Clearly, it meant nothing