Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 331

Phelps emerged from behind a tombstone, leaning heavily on his cane.

And in that instant, Timothy finally understood.

He’d been tricked—lured here by his own father and grandfather.

Fury surged through him as he gripped the sledgehammer in his hand, his knuckles white. He swung the heavy tool, its iron head pointing straight at Naylor. “Was this your doing?” His voice was cold and dangerous.

Naylor, pale and shaken, scurried to Phelps’s side. “Dad, it was your idea! You have to explain to Timothy—it wasn’t all me!”

Phelps’s voice cracked like a whip. “Have you ever been this stupid before? If you were going to leave the hammer, couldn’t you at least have tossed it farther away?”

Naylor stared down at his shoes, unable to meet his father’s eyes or his son’s. He’d always felt caught in the middle—his father, sharp and forceful even in old age, and Timothy, the rising star who’d already outshone them both. Naylor was just… ordinary, stuck between two storms.

Timothy’s chiseled features were shadowed and tense, a vein throbbing at his temple. They were all mad—tampering with his mother’s grave just to lure him back?

Phelps’s voice was low, commanding. “Timothy, let’s go. We need to get back to The Gilded Whisper Estates and settle your divorce with Jessica.”

Timothy’s lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line, his eyes dark as midnight. Without warning, he hurled the sledgehammer away. Naylor flinched, shielding his head, but the hammer landed with a thud right at Phelps and Naylor’s feet.

Pain shot through Timothy’s abdomen—he’d torn open his wound again, staining his white shirt crimson.