The hospital room was empty except for Phelps.

Timothy's face immediately changed.

"Where is she?"

"She's been discharged."

Phelps pushed himself up with his cane.

Without hesitation, Timothy pulled out his phone and dialed Sheila's number.

It rang, but no one answered.

Timothy glanced up, meeting Phelps's calm, unwavering gaze.

"She was only back in the country for a few days. What could she possibly have done to offend you?"

Phelps walked over and gently patted Timothy's shoulder. "Timothy, your

grandfather was hospitalized. The call came to me, so I came to let her know. She

left in a hurry after that. That's all. I didn't say anything else."

A vein pulsed on Timothy's forehead. He turned on his heel and strode out, heading straight for the airport.

his way to Henry's

from each other, locked in a

Henry feeling better?" Phelps asked

checked on him. He's much improved. Still

bit, but nothing serious. He's been prescribed some medication

Time to head home." Phelps reached out cheerfully to

his head, his dark eyes

"What about Miss Sheila?"

smiled gently. "Your great-grandfather's ill. She's gone home

she come back?" Henry's question was

like she might

your great-grandfather's feeling better, she'll

did Henry willingly reach for

Timothy scanned the crowd, searching desperately for

to spot her emerging from the restroom, heading

He hurried over.

startled. "Timothy? What are you

"Your grandfather's sick?"

"I just called home. The housekeeper said he took a nasty fall, it's serious. He's still in the

mention Phelps and Sallie coming to find

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