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 slip away

need to ask. She wasn't fighting for custody of her son; from that alone, he could guess

Herbert drove Jessica back to her

me to go with you

"It's okay. I can go by

discreet. If Herbert went with her, her mentor

but the chances of her returning to animation were slim. If her mentor saw her now, she'd only be disappointed—and

didn't want

be careful. When you see your mentor, talk to her, really make the most

tried to encourage her as

"Thank you."

curling her

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

barely closed the door to her room when her phone

[Feeling any better?]

head badly; when Timothy arrived, she'd

said it was

asleep, and

but he wanted to check on her anyway. Once Sheila woke up, he'd go see Jessica in person. Jessica stared at Timothy's message and considered blocking his number again. But on second thought,