Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Soon, the rumble of a car engine drifted in from outside.

Jessica emerged from the bathroom, having just brushed her teeth.

Henry was standing in her room, his small face scrunched up in a look of reproach.

She glanced at Henry with indifference, then walked over to the sitting area, poured herself a glass of milk, and opened her laptop to read the script Mr. Smith had sent her.

She acted as though Henry wasn't even there.

Henry couldn't believe it.

He'd come all the way to his mom's room-and she was treating him like thin air!

Fuming, he marched over and slammed the laptop shut.

"Mom, why are you ignoring me?"

Only then did Jessica look up, meeting Henry's furious eyes.

pay attention to him? He had already made it clear he didn't want her as

craft competition? I'm your son! Did you

You weren't like this before— what's gotten into you

thing-after all these years married to Dad, with me

embarrassing to finally have a

blurted out all his pent-up frustration

about anything related to Timothy; after all, she and Timothy were now just two separate people. Once the marriage ended,

But Henry was different.

carried for nine months,

son was permanent, unbreakable, no matter what happened between her and Timothy. Even if they severed ties, that blood connection

tried to deceive people, how would you have lost face? A person of integrity, who truly understands gratitude, is admired

left speechless by her

in anymore and shouted, "It's all because you're a

Smack-

Henry's cheek, her gesture furious and resolute. "A loyal dog never despises a poor home, and a son never scorns his mother. You can make a craft about gratitude, but you're ashamed because I can't speak? What right do you have to win any prize, or care about your reputation? You'd rather have a fake mom