Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 331

Phelps emerged from behind a tombstone, leaning heavily on his cane.

And in that instant, Timothy finally understood.

He'd been tricked-lured here by his own father and grandfather.

Fury surged through him as he gripped the sledgehammer in his hand, his knuckles white. He swung the heavy tool, its iron head pointing straight at Naylor. "Was this your doing?" His voice was cold and dangerous.

Naylor, pale and shaken, scurried to Phelps's side. "Dad, it was your idea! You have to explain to Timothy-it wasn't all me!"

Phelps's voice cracked like a whip. "Have you ever been this stupid before? If you were going to leave the hammer, couldn't you at least have tossed it farther away?"

Naylor stared down at his shoes, unable to meet his father's eyes or his son's. He'd always felt caught in the middle-his father, sharp and forceful even in old age, and Timothy, the rising star who'd already outshone them both. Naylor was just... ordinary, stuck between two storms.

tense, a vein throbbing at his temple. They were all mad-tampering with

voice was low, commanding. "Timothy, let's go. We need to get back to The Gilded

his eyes dark as midnight. Without warning, he hurled the sledgehammer away. Naylor flinched, shielding his head, but the hammer landed with a thud right at Phelps and Naylor's

shot through Timothy's abdomen-he'd torn open his wound again,

concern flickered in Phelps's rheumy eyes. "Timothy,

Timothy was

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all together. Jessica must have told Phelps what happened that night. She hadn't gone to the police, just reached out to the disability and women's advocacy groups. Threatening to press charges would've been

and the Lawson

that he'd never truly understood Jessica. She seemed fragile, but she could strike back just as hard, in her own way. By now,

The whole incident had been a misunderstanding—one he'd never explained, and if

glance from Phelps, the men he'd brought with him stepped forward, blocking

at his