Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy started forward, ready to greet them.

But Mrs. Zimmerman had already walked up to Henry. “You said your mother is

the housekeeper?”

“And who are you?” Henry asked, having never met Mrs. Zimmerman before.

She’d spent most of the past years living abroad, only returning occasionally—

and never with a chance to meet Timothy’s son.

Jessica quickly stood and slipped her arm through Mrs. Zimmerman’s. “Mom, why

are you up so early? You should have rested longer.”

“I was worried about your grandfather and Daisy,” Mrs. Zimmerman replied. “I just

checked on your grandfather. He’s lucid, can move his arms and legs—just a bit

weak, but he should be fine.”

Henry remembered when Sallie had taken him to the Zimmermans’ estate; that’s

when he’d learned his mother was actually part of this family.

So, the elegant woman in front of him must be Mr. Zimmerman’s mother—his

grandmother.

He looked up shyly. “Grandma.”

The word made Mrs. Zimmerman’s heart tremble for a split second; blood ties

couldn’t be ignored. But then she remembered this boy had called his own mother

the housekeeper. That anger flared up again.

doesn’t respect his own mother has no

consider someone so lacking in

would never

already apologized to his

tried to reach out to his grandmother and was

again.

immediately ran to

around his father’s leg.

Timothy only made

she held it in and spoke coldly, “Take your son

any further.”

I’m sorry,” Timothy said quietly. “If a child

it out on me. I’ll

Henry was still

realized

learn. If they

out, it would

more deeply.

up, gently patting his back

me

Zimmerman Snapped. “I’ve already

about your

If you

falls on the

and teach him

of son

housekeeper? Is

how you were raised?”

Zimmerman might get even more upset,

tightly, and

was supposed to be about helping his