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. "What, disappointed I'm still

won't come back- he probably guessed you were

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

to the cemetery and damage

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

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

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

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

it."

trying to give me a stroke? Why else would ask you to touch Hannah's

his head. If even his father's stunt

"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

Resigned, he gathered a few offerings and went to the cemetery himself. Setting them by Hannah's headstone, he fit