Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Before Timothy had even finished speaking with the family doctor for the Lawsons, his phone buzzed again—this time it was Naylor Lawson, sounding frantic.

"Timothy, you need to get to the hospital, quick! Your grandfather just collapsed!"

Timothy's response was curt. "If he's collapsed, call the doctor. What do you want me to do? I'm not a doctor-I can't treat him."

Without waiting for an answer, he hung up.

On the other end, Naylor glared at the phone in frustration. "That ungrateful brat! Even when his grandfather falls ill, he won't come home!"

Realizing his ruse wasn't working, Phelps opened his eyes and snapped, "You two, think of something! I want Timothy back here now!"

Naylor blinked, confused. "Dad, you're not even unconscious?"

Phelps shot him a glare. "What, disappointed I'm still breathing?"

won't come back-

looked thoroughly disgruntled. Having a clever, hard-headed grandson- he wasn't sure if

the cemetery and damage Timothy's mother's

you out of your mind? You want me to

mattered; you didn't mess around with the

me, are you more afraid of Hannah's ghost coming

in trouble with the law? No way.

it."

else would ask you to touch Hannah's grave? Or do you think by faking an illness yourself, you'll get your son

shook his head. If even his father's stunt didn't work, there was no way

argument. "Short of something happening to his mother, you tell me what else could

the cemetery himself. Setting them by Hannah's headstone, he fit a candle and whispered a prayer, explaining to Hannah Howard that his son was in trouble, that he hoped she'd understand he meant

off his phone since he'd powered it on, expecting the