Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 198

Jessica sat in the back of a cab, texting Ines.

[On my way. I'll be there in about ten minutes.]

[Okay, I'm waiting for you at the hotel entrance.]

Meanwhile, Sheila, knowing Mr. Smith was something of a wine connoisseur—with a special appreciation for rare vintages—had arranged for the delivery of two bottles of top-tier wine, aged nearly forty years.

Just then, her phone rang. It was the courier from the vineyard.

Sheila decided she'd meet the courier herself and told him to wait outside The Silverthread Eatery.

As she stepped out to the restaurant's entrance, she was surprised to spot Ines there.

Ines was glancing around, clearly waiting for someone.

Suddenly, Sheila recalled what Mr. Smith had said earlier—he had two very important friends coming. She'd never met one of them, but apparently both were crucial to him.

Mr. Smith had never been to Riverside City before, so there was only one logical conclusion: his two important friends were Ines and Jessica.

Sheila's expression darkened.

Still, she forced herself to move forward, feigning surprise as she greeted, "Ines?"

Ines turned and, upon seeing Sheila, smiled pleasantly. "You're here for dinner too?"

Sheila returned the smile. "Timothy and Director Smith have been friends for ages. Timothy picked Mr. Smith up from the airport this time, and he invited a few friends to join them for dinner. I know Mr. Smith as well, so he asked me to come along."

"Oh, I see. I'm here to meet Mr. Smith too."

"But Miss Sheila, that's just my mom being unreasonable. It's not your fault. What do you need me to do?"

"Can you think of a way to get your mom to come home right now? And maybe talk to her—ask her to stay at home instead of running around so much. Your dad worries about her. I worry about her too."

Henry pouted in frustration. "But I don't want her to come home. She left this morning with a bunch of money, and she wouldn't even make me breakfast. I'm still mad at her. I don't want to call her."

"Henry, sweetheart, do it just for me, please? If your mom never comes home, I really can't keep coming over to stay with you."

"Miss Sheila, if I get her to come back, will you come see me?"

Henry still hoped Sheila would be his mom, at least in front of others, so he was willing to help.

"Yes, if your mom comes home, I'll come over and talk to her myself. If I did something wrong or upset her, I'll apologize. Most of all, I just want your family to be happy, Henry. Don't you miss your mom?"