Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica lifted her hand. "I'm sorry, Professor."

"It's all right, it's all right. Everyone settles down eventually-men get married, women do too. There's nothing wrong with your decision. But, about what we discussed back in New York, have you thought it through?"

Ines had almost agreed to Timothy-truthfully, she hadn't found anyone more suitable.

Thankfully, there was still Jessica.

Jessica wasn't sure how to turn down the offer.

After a moment, she gestured with her hands. "Professor, have you considered Sheila?"

Jessica didn't exactly dislike Sheila. Sheila wasn't someone she cared about, so she didn't feel strongly either way.

But Sheila had gotten involved in her family, so Jessica couldn't really feel warmly toward her.

Still, she wasn't the kind of person who let personal feelings cloud her judgment.

She'd seen Sheila's animation work—her technique and skills were excellent, and her creativity bold, even international in style.

She was still young, yet had already won several awards abroad.

Jessica understood what her professor wanted. If Sheila became her student, she could bring those international influences to the program.

And... Timothy would definitely be willing to throw his full support behind her.

Ines, it would be an

she'd need time to practice and get back

in you, Jessica. Your husband's successful, your son's already in elementary school-you're in a place where you can finally focus on your own career. No matter how good a

knew Ines had

and never worked

everything she

she ever left him, she wouldn't know how

take this." Ines answered, her face lighting up at first, but a moment later, her smile faded and her

right, I understand. I'll be there right

urgent has come up. I need to

to

looked genuinely anxious, as if something big had

twinge of worry, but Ines was clearly in a rush-she didn't want

ask about

turned toward the station to

this time, maybe she'd be able to stay longer at home. Perhaps

then, her phone

It was Latonia.

rang for a while

later, a message popped

where are you? I need to see you-it's