Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 11

After ending the call, Timothy checked the time. The day before the national holiday was a weekend, so after school let out the day after tomorrow, Henry wouldn't need to go back until the break was over.

Timothy planned to book a flight for the morning two days from now. That way, they could still spend the afternoon out together.

He instructed his assistant to reserve two plane tickets. As he sent over their passport numbers, a thought struck him—Mabel had called earlier to say Jessica's phone was ringing, but she wouldn't answer.

Not picking up made sense. She couldn't speak anyway.

Was she staying out all day because he'd invited her to dinner—then canceled at the last minute?

He and Jessica had been married for seven years, and not once had the three of them gone on a trip as a family.

On impulse, he told his assistant to book three tickets instead.

But he didn't know Jessica's passport number, so he shot her a quick text:

[Oakwood's got a comic con over the holiday. Henry wants to go. Send me your passport number so I can book the tickets.]

His message might as well have been tossed into a black hole.

Timothy got home, but still hadn't received a reply from Jessica.

And she still hadn't come back.

Normally, Timothy kept his emotions in check, but tonight, that calm was beginning to crack.

His assistant messaged again, reminding him she still needed Jessica's passport number.

With a sigh, Timothy just sent over his and Henry's details.

At dinner, Henry was laughing and chatting with Sheila, clearly enjoying himself.

Mabel hovered nearby, frowning. With Mrs. Lawson still missing, it was as if these two had forgotten she even existed.

Finally, Mabel couldn't help but say, "Sir, Mrs. Lawson hasn't come home. If she's gone all night, she'll have been missing over forty-eight hours."

Jessica wasn't coming home. She wasn't answering texts. Even when Timothy tried to include her in their holiday plans, she ignored him.

Jessica had never caused him this kind of trouble before.

All of it left him with a burning weight in his chest.

His voice was cold. "Stop making a fuss about someone going missing. Even a kidnapper wouldn't bother taking someone who can't even speak."