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.

features were shadowed and tense, a vein throbbing at his temple. They were all mad-tampering

to get back to The Gilded Whisper Estates and settle your divorce

a thin, bloodless line, his eyes dark as midnight. Without warning, he hurled the sledgehammer away. Naylor flinched, shielding his head, but the hammer landed with

Timothy's abdomen-he'd torn open his

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

Timothy was

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piecing it 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

out of the way, and the Lawson family to step in

a bitter pang, that he'd never truly understood Jessica. She seemed fragile, but she could

been a misunderstanding—one he'd never explained, and if he didn't,

he'd brought with him stepped forward, blocking Timothy's

shot a steely glare at his grandfather. "You're really going to