Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 329

Before Timothy had even finished speaking with the family doctor for the Lawsons, his phone buzzed again—this time it was Naylor Lawson, sounding frantic.

"Timothy, you need to get to the hospital, quick! Your grandfather just collapsed!"

Timothy's response was curt. "If he's collapsed, call the doctor. What do you want me to do? I'm not a doctor-I can't treat him."

Without waiting for an answer, he hung up.

On the other end, Naylor glared at the phone in frustration. "That ungrateful brat! Even when his grandfather falls ill, he won't come home!"

Realizing his ruse wasn't working, Phelps opened his eyes and snapped, "You two, think of something! I want Timothy back here now!"

Naylor blinked, confused. "Dad, you're not even unconscious?"

him a glare. "What, disappointed I'm still

won't come back- he probably guessed you were faking

hard-headed grandson- he wasn't sure if it was a blessing

idea struck Phelps. "Naylor, listen-go to the cemetery and damage Timothy's mother's headstone. Then

of your mind? You want me to vandalize Hannah's grave? What if her spirit comes after

the departed mattered; you didn't mess around with the dead. Some things,

more afraid of Hannah's ghost coming for you

an eyebrow. "Timothy's in trouble with the law? No way. I

it."

touch Hannah's grave? Or do you think

If even his father's stunt didn't

"Short of something happening to his mother, you tell me what else could possibly get Timothy back here right now? If you can't think of anything better, then talk it over with Timothy before you do

and went to the cemetery himself. Setting them by Hannah's headstone, he fit a candle and whispered a prayer, explaining to Hannah Howard that his son was in trouble, that he hoped she'd understand he meant no disrespect, and begged her not to blame