Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 39

He would never allow Timothy and Sheila to rekindle their old flame.

Timothy lounged carelessly against the back of the sofa, his lips pressed into a hard, thin line. His eyes-icy and sharp-locked onto Phelps with an unsettling intensity.

"You're really protective of her, aren't you?"

That piercing stare made Phelps deeply uncomfortable. His grandson had grown up, and more and more, he felt Timothy slipping out of his control.

"You married her, you have a son together. Naturally, I don't want to see your marriage fall apart."

A faint, cold smile flickered across Timothy's face. "Is that really the only reason, Grandfather?"

Phelps's lips trembled as if searching for the right words. His wrinkled hands clutched his cane in a white-knuckled grip.

"Timothy, don't be foolish."

"I know what I'm doing. But don't you think you owe me an explanation for announcing our marriage certificate so publicly?"

Phelps's faded eyes narrowed. "You've been married seven years. Your son is six. What's so wrong about making it public now?"

Timothy's long fingers tapped lightly on the armrest. "Is that what she told you?" Phelps looked genuinely puzzled. "Timothy, what are you getting at?"

would you really have gone so far as to use The Lawson Group's official account

realization dawned

of anger, she refuses to come home?" Phelps's voice softened. "It wasn't her. It was my decision to make

eyed him skeptically, his tapping

she'd insisted she knew nothing about

really didn't know what he was

Timothy's handsome features darkened.

you ought to ask yourself if you're the problem. You really are losing your head- focusing on all the wrong

Phelps walked out of

family home, Timothy returned to The Gilded Whisper Estates. He carried Henry,

over and gently

"Where's Mrs. Lawson?"

with a

"Did

"She didn't."

word, Timothy turned and left

watched him go, thinking, Well, at

got into his car and called Jessica. The call was

brows knitting, and tried again. The call

more.