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.

mother has no right to

so lacking

Zimmermans would never tolerate something

filled with hurt. He’d already apologized to his mother,

him. Now, he’d tried to reach out to his grandmother and

again.

room, and Henry immediately

around his father’s leg.

made Mrs.

she held it in and spoke coldly, “Take your

any further.”

Timothy said quietly. “If a child acts out, the father is to

on me. I’ll accept whatever you have

Henry was still

had realized his mistake;

he’d learn. If they

would only wound

more deeply.

Henry up, gently patting his back to

don’t call me

Zimmerman Snapped. “I’ve already

your plans

from Vince. If you

falls on the father, then

son and teach

son calls his

the housekeeper?

how you were raised?”

might get even

holding Henry tightly, and

about helping his son make