Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 58

The hospital room was empty except for Phelps.

Timothy's face immediately changed.

"Where is she?"

"She's been discharged."

Phelps pushed himself up with his cane.

Without hesitation, Timothy pulled out his phone and dialed Sheila's number.

It rang, but no one answered.

Timothy glanced up, meeting Phelps's calm, unwavering gaze.

"She was only back in the country for a few days. What could she possibly have done to offend you?"

Phelps walked over and gently patted Timothy's shoulder. "Timothy, your grandfather was hospitalized. The call came to me, so I came to let her know. She left in a hurry after that. That's all. I didn't say anything else."

A vein pulsed on Timothy's forehead. He turned on his heel and strode out, heading straight for the airport.

Phelps made his way to Henry's room.

Inside, Sallie and Henry sat across from each other, locked in a silent staring contest.

"Is Henry feeling better?" Phelps asked with genuine concern.

Sallie replied, "The doctor just checked on him. He's much improved. Still coughs a bit, but nothing serious. He's been prescribed some medication and is cleared to go home."

"Good. Let's go, then. Time to head home." Phelps reached out cheerfully to take Henry's hand.

But Henry pulled away, lifting his head, his dark eyes shining like polished stones as he looked up at Phelps.

"What about Miss Sheila?"

Phelps smiled gently. "Your great-grandfather's ill. She's gone home to see him."

"Will she come back?" Henry's question was urgent.

Sallie looked like she might lose her temper.

But Phelps remained patient. "Once your great-grandfather's feeling better, she'll come back."