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?"

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

realization dawned

this with her-and that's why, in a fit of anger, she refuses to come home?"

him skeptically, his tapping

wonder she'd insisted she knew nothing

know what he was talking

Timothy's handsome features darkened.

maybe you ought to ask yourself if you're the problem. You really are losing

that, Phelps walked out of

returned to The Gilded Whisper Estates. He carried Henry, sound asleep, in

came over and gently

"Where's Mrs. Lawson?"

with a

brows. "Did she say

"She didn't."

Timothy turned and left the

at

his car and called Jessica. The

sharp brows knitting, and tried again. The call

more.