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.

her again, he wasn't about

wasn't fighting for custody of her son; from that alone, he could guess she hadn't been living

dinner, Herbert drove Jessica

want me to go with you

signed, "It's okay.

visit discreet. If

a year left to live, Jessica could still make paper art, but the chances of her returning to animation were slim. If her mentor saw her now, she'd only be

want

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

her as much

"Thank you."

used both hands, curling her thumbs to show her

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

door to her room when her phone buzzed-a message from

[Feeling any better?]

her head badly; when Timothy arrived,

said it

and he couldn't leave

to check on her anyway. Once Sheila woke up, he'd go see Jessica