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?"

shot him a glare.

won't come back- he probably

disgruntled. Having a clever, hard-headed grandson- he wasn't sure if it was a blessing

listen-go to the cemetery and damage Timothy's mother's headstone. Then

face went pale. "Dad, are you out of your mind? You want me to vandalize Hannah's grave? What if her spirit comes after

mess around with the dead. Some things, it was best not to

ghost coming for you at night, or

"Timothy's in trouble with the law?

it."

trying to give me a stroke? Why else would ask you to touch Hannah's grave? Or do you think by faking

stunt didn't work, there was no way his

could possibly

at his wits' end. He at his couldn't think of another way to get Timothy back immediately, and hez didn't dare ask anyone else to don such thing. Resigned, he gathered a few offerings and went to the cemetery himself. Setting them by