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?"

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find a matching donor, she wouldn't have much time

worsened for now, and she was

started to

give anyone hope

the past three days, Vince had been running around trying to find

brought up the possibility with her

hold off. Her parents were her absolute last

away, unable to care for them, and watching her mother worry herself sick, she couldn't bring

to tell him after

accepting his help endlessly,

Carlisle got in touch to invite her to the celebration party for

slipping away. The pain was coming

gift for everyone, and I'll have someone deliver it tonight. I'm so happy the

helping others was a

ago,

cancer and given only six months to live, she thought she'@never live up to her

would allow her to resolve every regret