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.

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

at the craft competition? I'm your son! Did you really want me to lose

be good to me like Miss Sheila? You weren't like this before— what's gotten into you lately? Why are

thing-after all these years married to Dad, with

isn't it embarrassing to finally have a wedding

all his pent-up frustration in

anything related to Timothy; after all, she and Timothy were now just

But Henry was different.

carried for nine months, her own flesh

no matter what happened between her

people, how would you have lost face? A person

left speechless

anger, eyes rimmed with red. But at last, he couldn't hold it in anymore and shouted, "It's all because you're a mute! If you weren't mute, I wouldn't have let Miss Sheila pretend

Smack-

struck 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