Goodbye, Mr. Regret

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

Sallie and Henry sat across from each other, locked in a silent staring

Henry feeling better?" Phelps

"The doctor just checked on

serious. He's been prescribed some medication and is

home."

head, his dark eyes shining like

"What about Miss Sheila?"

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

back?" Henry's question

she might

remained patient. "Once your

did Henry willingly

Timothy scanned the crowd, searching

spot her emerging from

He hurried over.

paused, startled. "Timothy? What are you

"Your grandfather's sick?"

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

mention Phelps and Sallie coming