Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Just then, Henry's school day ended.

He hadn't even left the front gate when he spotted Sheila and Timothy waiting for him.

With a grin, Henry waved excitedly at Timothy, who immediately stopped talking to Sheila and turned his attention to his son.

"Dad! Miss Sheila!" Henry called out, dashing over to them.

As they passed by, Mario's mom and the nurse-who was picking up her own son, Paul-smiled knowingly. "Hey there, Henry! Your parents are here to pick you up?"

"Yes!" Henry replied, practically beaming.

So it was true. Everything Jessica had said was right-Henry really did treat Sheila like his mom outside the house.

A while back, when Sheila was about to leave because of the Lawsons' pressure, Henry wouldn't let her go. He'd brought up the upcoming arts-and-crafts competition, saying everyone thought Sheila was his mom, and he'd be embarrassed if people found out his real mom couldn't speak. It was supposed to be a parent-child event, after all.

Timothy hadn't stopped him at the time. There was nothing romantic between him and Sheila, and he was sick of his relatives making a fuss about it. Letting Sheila stay solved a problem for him, too. Besides, Jessica's condition meant Henry was bound to want to save face-what kid wouldn't? Timothy never imagined things would spiral out of control like this.

Now, he had to put a stop to it before the misunderstanding got any worse.

"You've all got it wrong. She's not my wife," Timothy said firmly.

Jessica, who had been hovering nearby, looked utterly bewildered and hurt by his words.

Sheila's eyes widened with surprise-Timothy had never cleared things up so bluntly before.

stared at his dad in

in tow, and the nurse, with Paul, had both

was his mom," Mario piped up,

in class.

grinned. "Oh, Mr. Lawson, you're such a kidder. When Henry was

nodded in agreement. "Exactly! At the craft competition, Henry told me himself

remembered hearing that, too. He'd wanted to scold Henry about it, but Vince had teased him until he let it go. He'd thought it was a harmless

Timothy had been on edge, thanks to his mother's situation, and he'd been harder than usual on Henry. Now, Henry looked absolutely petrified, barely daring to look up at

and saw Timothy's cold, forbidding

caught the

father and

in with a

you all," she said smoothly. "His mom couldn't make it

wname to

for you to

to scold his son in front of an audience, but if

trouble. She knew he'd be

we really did

must be, too. Hope we'll meet her at the next school event!"

women

cold, intimidating energy. He grabbed Henry's hand. "Come with

desperate look at her. He knew what was waiting for him at

Timothy said, catching up with her. "Don't blame Henry; this is