Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Phelps grew even more anxious.

Jessica wanted a divorce, and now Timothy was off looking for Sheila-was that the reason behind it all?

If that was the case, he couldn't allow Timothy and Jessica to go through with the divorce.

As for everything Timothy had done to Jessica, Phelps would have to find another way to handle it.

"You'd better get going," he told his assistant. "I'll have your father look after Henry. And do you know where Jessica went?"

"No, I don't."

"All right. That's all for now."

After ending the call, Phelps immediately tried to reach Timothy. His phone was off.

Must still be in the air.

Utter nonsense.

Frustrated, Phelps decided to call Timothy's grandfather, Abell Howard, directly.

There was no way he would ever approve of anything romantic between Timothy and Sheila.

"Abell, is Sheila home?"

Why do you ask all

young, and after her passing, his father had remarried. Without a daughter to bridge the two families, and with the Howards having emigrated abroad, the connection between the two households had grown distant -nothing like the

only spoke on

days ago. He's got a steel plate in his leg and can't move, barely out of the hospital for two days, and then he charters a private jet to fly to Aetherion. I can't imagine he's here for anything other than Sheila. I honestly don't

if the matter

at. As Timothy's grandfather, he had no intention of ever agreeing to anything improper between

circle knew that. Sheila was his child, and Timothy was

I'll make sure he gets straight to the

Abell. And how's your health

exchanged a few pleasantries

out to look for Jessica. He needed to

for

conversation like this cohet

did answer

had

over a call.

leave at 11 p.m., which meant he'd arrive in Riverside

difference, by the time he landed in

as he got off the plane, Timothy called

"Where's Jessica staying?"

Vince replied

in the