Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica looked down at the ticket in her hand, her eyes glistening with tears.

Of course she wanted to go.

She had come all the way to the capital just to see her mentor. But she didn't dare approach openly-she'd resorted to disguises, hoping not to be recognized.

She'd been about to buy a ticket herself when Herbert handed her one, already purchased.

Since he'd gone to the trouble, she accepted it, curling her thumb in a small, grateful gesture.

Seeing her take the ticket, Herbert finally let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

Jessica wasn't the impulsive type. If she'd decided to get a divorce, then she must have given it serious thought.

For a woman, divorce was no small matter-it changed everything.

If she could find the strength to move forward and start over, nothing would make him happier.

Soon, his new treatment plan would finish clinical trials. If it worked and helped her regain her voice, then even if she was alone, she could still have a good life.

Above all, he just ached for her-seven years of hardship he could only imagine. If only things had been different back then...

But regret wouldn't change the past.

again, he wasn't about to let her

for those seven years, he didn't need to ask. She wasn't fighting for custody of her son; from that alone, he

Herbert drove Jessica

me to go

okay. I can go

If Herbert went with her, her mentor would almost certainly

paper art, but the chances of her returning to animation were

want to

When you see your mentor, talk to her, really make the most of

to encourage her as

"Thank you."

both hands, curling her thumbs to show

gave her a gentle smile. "No need to thank me.

had barely closed the door to her room when her phone buzzed-a

[Feeling any better?]

badly; when Timothy arrived, she'd already lost

it was

and he couldn't leave her

woke up, he'd go see Jessica in person. Jessica stared at Timothy's message and considered blocking