Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 245

The matter had been resolved, but it left a bad taste—these sorts of things were always considered inauspicious, and to let it spiral like this felt, to Phelps, deeply disrespectful to their ancestors.

He gave everyone in the Lawson family a harsh scolding, making it clear that if anything like this happened again, he wouldn’t let it slide.

Afterward, a sense of discontent toward Jessica lingered throughout the family.

If she had just stayed home like she was supposed to, none of this would have happened.

But with the patriarch still seething, nobody dared voice their frustrations openly.

What should have been a cheerful family gathering for the festival had turned into a day shrouded in gloom, the atmosphere tense and unsettled.

Timothy lost his appetite for lunch entirely. With Jessica absent, he simply told Henry to stay at the old house for now.

Leaving the Lawson estate, Timothy got into his car and dialed Jessica’s number.

She didn’t answer.

He gripped his phone so tightly his knuckles went white. After a moment, he set it aside, started the engine, and headed home to The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Inside, he unlocked the safe and retrieved the pearl necklace and brooch Secretary Allen had recently redeemed for him.

The brooches that had been sent later by the jeweler’s boutique were all stored safely at the office; he had no intention of letting them see the light of day again.

The necklace was his mother’s keepsake. The brooch—one he’d chosen and bought specifically for Jessica—was, he believed, perfect for her.

It was time to return these things to their rightful owner.

He admitted, at first, he’d been angry about today.

If Jessica had been at home, none of this would have happened.

But thinking deeper, he realized that for seven years, Jessica had devoted herself to the Lawson family, never once tending to the memory of her own late relatives.

That morning, when she came back to the Lawsons, people complained she didn’t participate in the festival memorial service.

Yet in her absence, not a single person had bothered to prepare the offerings.