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 something major

Sheila had no clue.

seen Timothy

to be something

day. Any

was just as baffled. He'd spent the whole day working from home, and now-right after the other woman reappeared-he'd

It made no sense.

just the housekeeper. I don't know what goes on

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

warm.

master lingered at home more often, but it no

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

Timothy immediately called Secretary Allen. He instructed him to track down exactly how his mother's

Timothy, and together they headed to the

letting Secretary Allen

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

clenched so tightly

The nerve she had.

to sell even his

She must be out

her himself. Clearly, it