Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Sheila froze.

A paternity test? Timothy was doing a paternity test?

But for whom?

Surely not for Henry. Anyone with eyes could see the resemblance-Henry looked so much like Timothy that no test was needed to prove they were father and son.

So who was it for?

Her mind was spinning with questions as she carried a plate of fruit into the living room.

Timothy had just finished his cigarette. He maneuvered his electric wheelchair through the doorway.

"Dad, Mom, have some fruit," he said, rolling up to the dining table.

Sheila glanced at him. He was distracted, eyes glued to his phone, a flicker of excitement playing across his face.

She called out, "Timothy, come have some fruit!”

"I'll pass. I need to head out," he replied, already motioning for the housekeeper to call the driver.

After sharing some fruit with Timothy's parents, Sheila made her own excuse about work and slipped out.

remembered the hospital's name

would move a little slower, so she figured she wouldn't be far behind. Sure enough, as she entered the center, she saw Timothy at the reception, receiving

open in a hurry,

he

Vince were

a year apart-how was that

being her parents' biological

known. It

"Timothy."

into

quickly tucking the report out

are you doing here?"

"Is that a paternity test?”

darting back to the envelope. In a low voice, she added, "Timothy, there's no need to doubt Henry. Anyone could

think I'd seriously need a test to

sorry, don't be upset," Sheila said quickly, backing away.

whose test it was, which only deepened Sheila's concern. She headed toward the admin wing, her

else would need a paternity