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?"

do you ask all of

two families, and with the Howards having emigrated abroad, the connection between the two households had grown distant -nothing like the

they only spoke on rare

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 know how to handle this. I'll leave it to your

helplessness, as if the matter were truly out of

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

Sheila was his child, and Timothy was his eldest daughter's son. If anything scandalous happened between them, both the Lawsons and the Howards

worry, I understand. When Timothy arrives, I'll make sure he gets straight to the

you, Abell. And how's

few pleasantries before

immediately sent people out to look for Jessica. He needed to see her face-to-face, to have a real conversation about her

one for talking,

conversation like this cohet

answer

had

over a call.

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

by the time he landed in Aetherion,

off the plane,

"Where's Jessica staying?"

Vince replied

in the hospital?