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.

own mother has

consider someone so lacking

would never tolerate something like

with hurt. He’d already apologized

reach out to his grandmother

again.

room, and Henry immediately ran

around his father’s leg.

Timothy only made

and spoke coldly, “Take your son and leave. Don’t disrupt

any further.”

quietly. “If a child acts

angry, take it out on me. I’ll accept whatever you

believed Henry was still

realized

learn. If they

would only wound

more deeply.

Henry up, gently patting his back

call me Mom,

Zimmerman Snapped. “I’ve already

your plans

If you

the father,

son and teach him

kind of son calls his

housekeeper?

how you were raised?”

might get even more upset,

tightly, and headed

to be about helping