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?"

glare. "What,

"No wonder Timothy won't come back- he probably guessed

clever, hard-headed grandson- he wasn't sure if

Phelps. "Naylor, listen-go to the cemetery and

went pale. "Dad, are you out of your mind? You want me to

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

pressed, "Tell me, are you more afraid of Hannah's ghost coming for you at night, or of Timothy ending

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

it."

touch Hannah's grave? Or do you think by faking an illness yourself, you'll get your son

his head. If even his father's stunt didn't work, there

else could possibly get Timothy back here right now? If you can't think of anything

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 Hannah's headstone, he fit a candle