Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He got up and headed to the study to write the invitations.

Timothy took out his fountain pen and finished the first wedding invitation. His handwriting was steady and bold, each letter confident and clear.

The two names sat side by side on the card-his and hers. It was just how he wanted it.

Over an hour later, Secretary Allen arrived. When he stepped into the study, he found Timothy still at the desk, filling out more invitations for his and his wife's wedding.

The sight left Secretary Allen a bit embarrassed. Even though the wedding decorations hadn't been called off yet, Mrs. Lawson had stopped talking to President Lawson altogether. What was the point of writing all these invitations?

He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"President Lawson, the photographs just arrived. There's glue in the box as well." "Alright, thank you. I'll take care of it."

Secretary Allen hesitated before asking, "Should we... call off the wedding arrangements?"

Timothy's pen froze. He looked up, his gaze icy and sharp as it landed on Secretary Allen.

Allen immediately dropped his eyes. "I have some things to take care of excuse me," he mumbled, then hurried out of the room.

Timothy lowered his head and continued writing.

When he finished, he carefully attached their photo in the slot reserved for it inside each invitation.

They looked good together.

only thing missing was

suggested they fly overseas to take wedding pictures. Multiple gowns were already reserved, the studio was booked, everything was set-but she refused to

wanted. Just one set of pictures together, something to remember

yet she looked beautiful. He couldn't help but imagine how stunning she'd be

of birthday invitations to

the young master's birthday?" Mabel

Do we have a

so he said, "Use the same

"Understood, sir."

Timothy

went to the study, picked up the invitations, and stared at them

his mind?

home, yet here he is, fussing over invitations for a wedding on the fourth,

he plan

the Zimmerman estate. As his car came to a stop, he saw the butler hurrying out

caught up to him and grabbed his arm.

for a walk, but he collapsed outside. Someone called an ambulance-he's been taken to

you," Timothy offered at

Zimmerman was very clear-no

into a waiting car and

then got into his own car and