Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 105

Mabel opened her mouth as if to speak, then hesitated, swallowing her words.

Timothy's handsome features were set in a cold, irritated scowl. "Out with it, Mabel. All at once."

She fidgeted, lowering her gaze. "I just think… Mrs. Lawson hasn't seemed herself lately."

As a housekeeper, Mabel had learned to hold her tongue, even when she was bursting with frustration.

Timothy's patience was wearing thin. "And what exactly am I supposed to do with that? You're not telling me anything new."

Mabel let out a quiet sigh. The real reason was obvious—wasn't all this because of Sheila? Even she, a mere servant, could see it. How could Mr. Lawson be so blind?

"Sir, maybe you should ask your sister," she suggested gently. "She was with Henry at the hospital today, and Mrs. Lawson only came by later in the evening."

"That's enough. Go home, Mabel. I'll stay with Henry."

Once Mabel had left, Timothy pulled out his phone, preparing to call Sallie. Before he could dial, Sheila's voice drifted from inside the hospital room.

"Timothy?"

He slipped his phone back into his pocket and stepped inside.

Sheila stood up. "Henry didn't have any dinner. I was about to go find something for him to eat."

"I'll do it," Timothy replied.

It was late now—almost nine o'clock. He didn't go far, just chose a nearby restaurant and picked up food for three. He and Sheila hadn't had dinner yet either, so this would do for all of them.

Being stuck in the hospital had left Henry both sick and irritable. Mabel had done her best to comfort him, but without his parents by his side, the little boy's mood was fragile, and he'd refused to eat earlier.

Now, with Timothy and Sheila there, Henry made no complaints about the food not being homemade. Maybe it was their company, or maybe his spirits had lifted, but he ended up polishing off a bowlful, eating more heartily than he had all day.