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.

text message—she remembered the hospital's name

she figured she wouldn't be far behind. Sure enough, as she entered the center, she saw Timothy at the reception, receiving a sealed

it open in a

face as he stared

and Vince

only a year apart-how

mentioned not being

known.

"Timothy."

into the

paused, quickly tucking the report out

here?" he asked, his

at the papers in his hand. "Is that a

me," Sheila replied, her eyes darting back to the envelope. In a low voice, she added, "Timothy, there's no need to doubt Henry. Anyone could tell he's your son. Don't do something foolish-if Jessy finds out,

a test to know my own son?

quickly, backing away. "I should

which only deepened Sheila's concern. She headed toward the admin wing,

need a