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

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

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

to the cemetery

me to vandalize Hannah's grave? What if her spirit comes after me

didn't mess around

you more afraid of Hannah's ghost coming for you at

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

it."

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

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

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

he gathered a few offerings 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