Goodbye, Mr. Regret

A nurse wheeled Timothy down the hall toward his room, with Naylor hurrying right behind. Secretary Allen stepped forward to steady Phelps, guiding him in the same direction.

"When did he end up in another accident?" Phelps asked, his voice tense.

"A few days ago," Allen replied truthfully. He'd only discovered Timothy was hospitalized when he came by to get his signature on some important documents.

"Do you know how it happened?"

"Not exactly. I didn't dare ask too much."

Phelps let out a frustrated sigh, his brow furrowing deeper. He pressed on, asking what had happened that evening.

Allen recounted everything as it had happened, then handed over Timothy's phone. Blood had dried in streaks along the screen, and the display was frozen on a photo. Phelps tapped to see it more clearly, realizing it had been opened from Vince's social media feed.

anyone-she was Salome. So Timothy had always

he'd collapse from the stress?" Allen asked, careful to keep his tone casual. As Timothy's secretary, there were things he needed to understand, but he didn't want

"Jessica is Vince's younger sister. She and Timothy were inseparable as kids. She knew Timothy had lost his mother, and she'd always try to share hers-every winter,

from the Zimmerman family. And President Lawson had coughed up blood-all over a photograph? But deep down,

I have to take an urgent call. I'll

don't worry about us. We'll stay with Timothy," the

of

last time they shouldn't have any more contact. Still, she wasn't the kind to blame others

for her to say hello before blurting, "Ma'am,

left in the cooling-off period before it's final. He's agreed to everything. As far as I'm O concerned, we're already finished. Whatever