Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 329

Before Timothy had even finished speaking with the family doctor for the Lawsons, his phone buzzed again—this time it was Naylor Lawson, sounding frantic.

“Timothy, you need to get to the hospital, quick! Your grandfather just collapsed!”

Timothy’s response was curt. “If he’s collapsed, call the doctor. What do you want me to do? I’m not a doctor—I can’t treat him.”

Without waiting for an answer, he hung up.

On the other end, Naylor glared at the phone in frustration. “That ungrateful brat! Even when his grandfather falls ill, he won’t come home!”

Realizing his ruse wasn’t working, Phelps opened his eyes and snapped, “You two, think of something! I want Timothy back here now!”

Naylor blinked, confused. “Dad, you’re not even unconscious?”

Phelps shot him a glare. “What, disappointed I’m still breathing?”

Muttering under his breath, Naylor said, “No wonder Timothy won’t come back—he probably guessed you were faking it.”

Phelps looked thoroughly disgruntled. Having a clever, hard-headed grandson—he wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

Then, a new idea struck Phelps. “Naylor, listen—go to the cemetery and damage Timothy’s mother’s headstone. Then call him.”

Naylor’s face went pale. “Dad, are you out of your mind? You want me to vandalize Hannah’s grave? What if her spirit comes after me at night?”

In their family, ancestry and the blessings of the departed mattered; you didn’t mess around with the dead. Some things, it was best not to tempt fate.