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.

he'd found her again, he wasn't about to

custody of her son;

dinner, Herbert drove Jessica back

want me to go with you

quickly signed, "It's okay. I

needed to blend in, to keep her visit discreet. If Herbert

returning to animation were slim. If her mentor saw her now,

didn't want

"Just be careful. When you see your mentor, talk to

tried to encourage her as much

"Thank you."

both hands, curling her thumbs to show her

smile. "No need to

to her room when her phone buzzed-a message

[Feeling any better?]

her head badly; when Timothy arrived, she'd already lost

it was

and

discharged, so he assumed she was fine, 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