Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Her short animated videos online.

Her university graduation project.

Her drawings of The Grand Canal, Venice and Zimmerman Mansion, along with the awards and various works she'd received in college.

It wasn't until Timothy saw all this on his phone that he realized she had been telling the truth.

She was perfectly capable of making a living-of supporting herself without anyone's help.

Yet he had always seen her as delicate and helpless, assuming she couldn't survive without him, like a fragile flower dependent on a vine.

But with her own talent, she had quietly broken through, rising to the top of the animation world.

And what had he done? He hadn't helped her career in the slightest.

He'd even stood in her way when she wanted to work, all for the sake of Sheila's future.

He truly had no excuse.

Mr. Smith sent Jessica a congratulatory email.

"You're incredible, Jess. You're my idol! My new movie is going to shine because of you."

"Mr. Smith, don't go overboard. I didn't even do that film. By the way, I still have a few finishing touches left on that character; I'll have them done soon. You're not in a rush, are you?"

time before the production deadline. Take it easy. I heard you're back in the country-when can you

the time

Smith replied immediately, "Can I book you for my next project? I'll take you

get back to you

matching donor, she wouldn't have much

hadn't worsened for now, and she

liver cells started to spread,

to give

the past three days, Vince had been running around trying

brought up the

off. Her parents

sick,

planned to tell him after

just keep accepting his help endlessly, not

with Mr. Smith, Carlisle got in touch to invite her to the celebration party for

her strength slipping away. The pain was coming

really sorry-I won't be able to make it to the party. But my brother has prepared a special gift for everyone, and I'll have

to realize something profound: helping others was a way

ago, when

to live, she thought she'@never live

film would allow