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

and Henry sat across from each other, locked in

feeling better?" Phelps

replied, "The doctor just checked on him. He's much

bit, but nothing serious. He's been prescribed

to head home." Phelps reached

his dark eyes shining like polished stones

"What about Miss Sheila?"

"Your great-grandfather's ill. She's gone home to see

she come back?" Henry's

she might

Phelps remained patient. "Once your great-grandfather's feeling better,

Henry willingly

airport, Timothy scanned the

took him a while to spot her emerging

He hurried over.

him and paused, startled. "Timothy? What are you

"Your grandfather's sick?"

housekeeper said he took a nasty fall, it's serious. He's still in

and Sallie coming to find

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