Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 92

Mabel hurried to open the door.

Someone had come to the house.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Timothy Lawson's residence?"

"Yes, it is. Can I help you?"

Whenever someone visited, it was always Mabel who greeted them at the door; Jessica didn't speak, so she couldn't handle guests.

"We're from The Silverthread Eatery. Mr. Lawson ordered a birthday dinner for Mrs. Lawson through our restaurant. He wasn't able to make it to the restaurant tonight, so he asked us to deliver the meal to your home so Mrs. Lawson could enjoy it here."

Mabel could barely contain her excitement. "Please, come in!"

"And these flowers—Mr. Lawson had them delivered to our restaurant earlier today, so we're bringing them along. Could you please give them to Mrs. Lawson?"

Jessica watched as Mabel, clutching a beautiful bouquet, hurried toward her.

"Ma'am, Mr. Lawson ordered you a special birthday dinner, and he got you these flowers too. Aren't they just gorgeous?"

Jessica stared at the vibrant bouquet of fresh peonies, momentarily caught off guard.

"Here you go, take them," Mabel urged, beaming. Jessica, still a little dazed, reached out and accepted the flowers.

Once the dinner was arranged on the table, the staff from The Silverthread Eatery took their leave.

Just before leaving, Mabel turned and added, "Ma'am, it shows that Mr. Lawson really does care about you. Enjoy your dinner!"

Jessica inhaled the sweet scent of the blossoms and noticed a card tucked among the stems.

[Happy Birthday, Mrs. Lawson — Timothy]

It was his handwriting.

Jessica stood there, stunned.

Maybe Mabel was right. Maybe Timothy still cared.

When he saw her with Herbert, he got angry. When Herbert gave her that voice pendant, Timothy threw it away and replaced it with a voice-emitting ring. When she didn't come home, he went out looking for her.

She walked over to the dining table and gazed at the delicious spread.

Wasn't this what she'd always hoped for?

He wasn't truly indifferent to her—he was just learning, step by step, how to pay attention.

"I had a talk with your little rascal today. How can a boy be ashamed of his own mother just because she can't speak? He even talked back to me! He's only six, but Timothy was never like that at his age. Is this how you're raising your son? You really need to take a good look at yourself!"

Sallie was still fuming. "No wonder Sheila could win over Timothy so quickly. Honestly, it's not just the kid's fault—you haven't done a good job as a mother, either!"

Jessica took out her phone, typed a message in the speech app, and her ring spoke in a clear, pleasant female voice:

"You blame me, but have you ever considered how the Lawsons treat me? Children only imitate what they see."

Sallie looked around, startled. "Where did that voice come from?"

Jessica raised her hand and pointed to the large diamond ring on her finger, then continued typing.

"It's a ring Timothy gave me. It helps me speak."

Sallie glanced at the dazzling ring. Clearly, Timothy still cared about Jessica.

After all, they'd been married seven years and had a child together. Even if Sheila was trying to step in, Timothy might not be so quick to leave his wife and son behind.

Only then did Sallie seem to remember what Jessica had just said.

"Don't blame anyone else. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for being mute. When you have a weakness, you have to work even harder to make up for it. If you don't, you'll lose your husband and your son. I chased Sheila off for you today, but whether you can win your son's heart back—that's up to you."