Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He knew he was at fault for the way he and Jessica had been looking at each other.

But part of the problem was also that Jessica didn't want to see him spending time with Sheila.

Timothy hesitated for a moment before finally answering the call.

Some things needed to be said clearly to Sheila, once and for all.

"Timothy, I just heard Sallie on the phone, something about going back home for Henry's testing—what happened to Henry? I'm really worried."

His father had told him to call Sallie, but he hadn't gotten around to it yet.

But now Sheila already knew-clearly, the family had called Sallie before he had.

"From now on, I don't want you involved in Henry's affairs," Timothy said, his tone cold and measured.

Sheila felt an ache in her chest, tight and suffocating.

"So I can't even care about Henry anymore? He and I have always been close. Hearing you say that-it really hurts."

Timothy let out a heavy sigh. All these years, he'd carried a sense of guilt towards Sheila. He was always trying to make it up to her.

ever since Sheila refused to marry him, their relationship had gone

grown up together, always close, to the point that he assumed

considered Jessica's feelings, never thought that, as a married man, he should

That was his mistake.

was, after all, only his aunt

truly were a blood relative,

concerns, and he never tried to talk

the misunderstandings between them

with Sheila—and she needed to understand that there

because we've been too close that Jessy's unhappy. When Henry started calling you 'mom' in public and Jessica found out, she was devastated. Why

Sheila froze.

something like this. It wasn't like him-he'd always been considerate of her feelings, the sort who'd rather stay

was

He really had changed.

in