Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Larkin's brow knitted in disbelief. "You're kidding, right? Timothy just

acknowledged you in front of everyone at my birthday party, and now you're talking about divorce?"

Jessica could only type out her response and show it to Larkin: "I've been asking him for a divorce for a while now."

Vince stepped in, trying to ease the tension. “Grandpa, Jessica hasn't had dinner yet. Why don't we eat first and talk afterward?"

Divorce wasn't a trivial matter, and it certainly couldn't be settled in a few words.

Larkin nodded. "Alright, let's eat first. We'll talk after dinner."

The Zimmerman family's feast was abundant, even if only the three of them sat at the table. With so few people, the meal didn't last long.

Afterwards, Larkin had the housekeeper bring out a platter of fresh fruit and laid it out on the coffee table in the living room. The three of them sat together as Larkin brewed a pot of tea and poured steaming cups for Jessica and Vince. Then, he took out a carefully wrapped package and handed it to Jessica.

to you at my birthday party, but

got the chance. Go

surprise. Inside were delicate silhouettes, paper cuttings

gentle and warm. "You recognize them,

Jessica nodded silently.

collect these after your grandmother passed. They were among

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real talent with paper cutting, and in your hands, these will

made up his mind about giving them to her, and Jessica felt

protest. She simply thanked him with sincere

to the matter

a brief explanation: for seven years, she and Timothy had been married in name only-her presence in his life was optional at best. To keep the family together, she'd sacrificed so much, swallowing her príde and her words. No matter what she did, they always found her

to keep quiet, tried to keep the peace. But when she finally brought up divorce, Timothy did everything he could to block her, and his influence was so great that no lawyer dared touch her case