Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 332

All the men Phelps brought were bodyguards employed by the Lawson family; none of them dared lay a hand on Timothy.

As Timothy was about to walk away, Phelps’s voice cut through the air, cold and commanding. “What are you all standing around for? He’s injured—take him to the hospital!”

After all, Timothy was his own grandson. Phelps couldn’t outright order them to restrain him by force—he still had to consider Timothy’s pride.

Wealth determined status, both at home and in society.

At this point, even the old man could barely keep Timothy in check. His power was nearly untouchable.

The bodyguards didn’t dare use force; they simply blocked Timothy’s path and tried to reason with him. “Mr. Lawson, you’re hurt. Please, let us take you to the hospital.”

“Oh, you want to try your luck?” Timothy’s tone was icy. “Even injured, I could still take all of you. Want to find out?”

With a casual air, Timothy tossed aside the iron hammer he’d been holding and loosened his tie, exuding a calm confidence that made the bodyguards even more hesitant to make a move.

No one wanted to be the one to explain this to the old man. One of the bodyguards finally stepped forward and bowed his head. “Forgive us, Mr. Lawson.”

“Come at me together, then. Don’t waste my time,” Timothy snapped.

He was desperate to go after Jessica.

The bodyguards closed in, forming a circle. They all worked for the Lawson family—of course they knew how to read the room. There was no way any of them would really fight Timothy.

Not that it mattered—Timothy wouldn’t have been afraid even if they had.

He’d been training in martial arts and boxing since he was a child. This was nothing.

Within minutes, the bodyguards were sprawled across the ground in a chaotic heap.

Timothy strode away without looking back.

Phelps fumed. “Useless, every one of you!”

He knew exactly what Timothy was capable of—he’d raised his grandson to be the next head of the Lawson family, holding him to the highest standards. Timothy excelled in every aspect, both physically and mentally.

Naylor, meanwhile, didn’t dare make a sound.

His own son had started a successful business at eighteen. Even without the Lawson name, Timothy would still be a force to reckon with in the business world. Naylor knew better than to say a word.

Phelps shot him a glare. “You—you're the most useless of them all. Why are you still standing here? Get going!”

Spinning the car around, Timothy pulled out his phone and dialed Secretary Allen as he drove.

“Get to the airport. Don’t let anyone through.”

Timothy didn’t specify who to look for, but Secretary Allen understood immediately.

“I’m on it, sir. I’ll take a team right away.”

“And have someone keep an eye on Mr. Herbert,” Timothy added.

Jessica didn’t have many people she could call for help—besides Mr. Herbert, there was only Vince.

Hanging up, Timothy immediately dialed Vince’s number.

But Vince’s line was busy.

At that moment, Jessica was already in Vince’s car, while Vince spoke on the phone with his assistant, arranging for a helicopter.

There was no way they’d risk going through the airport.