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

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

Phelps asked

on him.

nothing serious. He's been prescribed some medication

head home." Phelps reached out cheerfully

eyes shining like polished stones as he

"What about Miss Sheila?"

ill. She's gone

back?" Henry's question

like she might lose her

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

willingly reach for

scanned the crowd, searching desperately

took him a while to spot her

He hurried over.

and paused, startled. "Timothy?

"Your grandfather's sick?"

took a nasty fall, it's serious. He's still in the hospital. I have to

mention Phelps and

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