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?"

you ask all of

and with the Howards having emigrated abroad, the connection

days, they only spoke on

a steel plate in his leg and can't move, barely out of the hospital for two days, and then he charters a private

if the matter were truly

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

his own daughter; everyone in their circle knew that. Sheila was his child, and Timothy was his eldest daughter's son. If anything scandalous happened between them, both the Lawsons and

When Timothy arrives, I'll make sure he gets

you, Abell. And how's your health

pleasantries before Phelps ended

He needed to see

for

conversation like this cohet

did answer

had

over a call.

flight was scheduled to leave at 11 p.m., which meant he'd arrive in Riverside

the time difference, by the time he landed in Aetherion, it was already nearly

got off

"Where's Jessica staying?"

replied without

the