Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 243

Deep lines carved across Phelps Lawson’s face as he furrowed his brow.

“And where’s Jessica?”

All eyes turned to Timothy, waiting for an answer.

How could Jessica not come home for such an important family holiday?

Still bristling, Timothy muttered, “She went back to her hometown.”

Sallie’s voice snapped, “Doesn’t she know today is for honoring our ancestors?”

“That’s right, Timothy. She married into the Lawson family. She’s one of us now. How can she skip it?”

Naylor Lawson, Timothy’s father, looked equally displeased.

Timothy glanced around with a frosty edge in his voice. “And where’s Rebekah?”

Nola piped up quickly, “My mom went to visit her own family.”

Naylor immediately grabbed Nola’s arm. “Don’t butt in.”

Timothy gave a cold snort. “If Rebekah can go home to her folks, why can’t Jessica?”

Nola clamped her lips shut, silently cursing her own loose tongue.

Naylor’s face was tinged with embarrassment. “Rebekah has family back home. Jessica’s folks are all gone. What’s the point of her going back?”

Timothy’s tone dropped to a chill. “No family left, but the graveyard’s still there, isn’t it?”

“Enough! All of you, stop it. It’s late already—let’s go,” Phelps cut in, slamming the brakes on their bickering. Visiting the graves mattered more than squabbling, and he had no time to hash things out with Timothy about announcing Jessica’s situation.

The family set out for the cemetery.

Phelps looked like he might just whack Naylor with his cane.

“How did I raise such a useless son?”

Henry looked up at Timothy. “Dad, maybe we should hurry and buy some offerings now?”

Whenever Jessica prepared the memorial offerings, she’d tell Henry that everything they had was because of the family’s ancestors. Honoring them wasn’t just tradition—it was a virtue that should be passed down through generations. Even though Henry was young, he understood how important this day was for the Lawsons.

Timothy was irritated that Jessica hadn’t sorted out the offerings, especially since it was such a significant day. But he knew there was no point in fuming. Problems needed solutions, not more anger, and there was no time to waste.

“I’ll take care of it,” Timothy said, already moving to fix the mess.

“Timothy.”

A familiar female voice called out just then.