Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Ines offered a gentle smile.

"So, President Lawson, I'm a little curious-what exactly is your relationship with Sheila?"

Inside the storage room, Jessica's expression clouded. She was just as interested in hearing how Timothy would explain himself.

"She's my aunt," Timothy replied.

Jessica's fingers curled tightly. So, her suspicions were right after all.

In fact, Ines had seen the video footage of Timothy and Sheila being stopped by

the paparazzi. He'd given the exact same answer to the press then.

"Didn't expect your aunt to be so young?" Ines teased, arching a brow.

"She is," Timothy said calmly. "We were born on the same day."

Jessica's face went rigid.

Jessica missed her chance to celebrate with him. The second year, she'd tried to plan ahead, asking him to keep the day

cold, telling her not to trouble herself over

she would bake a cake, write a little birthday wish, light the candles, and sing "Happy Birthday" alone in the kitchen. Since Timothy never celebrated, she

"Let me think it

said. "I'll wait for

showed for Sheila was obvious-even Ines, the renowned mentor, seemed a little swayed. After

he always found

few projects, some of them classics, and had even worked closely with the internationally acclaimed director, Mr. Smith. In their field, Sheila was already at the top of her game. With Timothy's backing and her

any of the

a single

her ground, the more Timothy found her a challenge. But that only made him respect her more as

me one of Henry's cut-paper illustrations," Ines said with