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

daughter to bridge the two families, and with

they only spoke on

"Here's the situation: Timothy was in a serious car accident a few 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 know how to handle this. I'll leave it to

as if the matter were truly out

he had no intention of ever agreeing to anything improper between Sheila

his child, and Timothy was his eldest daughter's son. If anything

I'll make sure he

you, Abell. And how's

a few pleasantries before Phelps ended

out to look for Jessica. He needed to see

one for talking, and even

conversation like this cohet

answer

had

over a call.

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

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

got off the

"Where's Jessica staying?"

replied

in the hospital?