Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Timothy had already been feeling a bit guilty over the whole situation, but when Vince brought it all out into the open again, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. His pride took a serious hit.

Worse yet, Vince was becoming more and more overbearing, meddling in places he had no business.

"If you have so much free time, Mr. Zimmerman, maybe you should spend it looking after your little sister. Your own family's a mess, yet here you are worrying about someone else's affairs."

With Henry present, Timothy had no intention of arguing with Vince. He didn't want to set a bad example for the boy.

Still, something seemed off. Timothy quickly caught on and asked, "How did you know we were here?"

Vince looked a little flustered but recovered almost immediately. "My father's a fan of papercutting. I heard there's a kids' competition today, so I thought I'd stop by and see if any of the pieces caught his eye."

It was a decent excuse, but Timothy just snorted. "Children's artwork? You really think your father's going to be impressed?"

"You never know," Vince shot back. "He might stumble across a young prodigy." Vince wasn't backing down an inch.

When it came to raising children, Timothy firmly believed you had to let them keep their dignity, especially in front of others. With Vince around, he decided not to say anything more to Henry. Whatever needed to be discussed could wait until they got home.

start. I'll take him to the

with that, Timothy scooped Henry

them into

talent for it

was calling

competition today. I've recommended you to the judges, and the organizing committee would be

all the papercutting artists Lorenzo

masters. After

were becoming rare, and the Riverside City Cultural Department was keen to promote and preserve these skills

was the same competition

Timothy and Sheila likely to be there, she hesitated. She wasn't

also her grandmother's wish-Jessica

knew

back when Jessica was still handling every