Goodbye, Mr. Regret

He was right.

It was the truth.

That's exactly the kind of person he was.

And that was why Jessica had always wanted to break free from him, to escape.

"Yates, thank you," she said quietly.

"No need to thank me. I'm not letting you off easy, either. We're competing fair and square," Yates replied.

Timothy's voice was hoarse. "Alright."

Yates had made himself perfectly clear. If Timothy still refused to change, then he really would lose Jessica forever.

Jessica had compromised for Herbert's sake, for Vince's sake—because she always tried to do the right thing, always thought of others.

But he hadn't.

He only wanted what he wanted.

He couldn't bear the thought of losing her, so he kept trying to trap her at his side, ignoring her feelings completely.

"I'm hanging up."

"Yates, wait."

"Can you tell me how she

it. You'll figure it out,"

as the dial tone hummed in his

wanted him to

work it out,

still at home. So where had she gotten

eyes widened. He quickly dialed

Foster's bank statements—the card I used to transfer two hundred

sir. I'll get on it

Timothy paced anxiously, waiting.

was sprawled on her bed, scrolling through Twitter posts about Timothy feverishly promoting Jessica's film. She'd bitten her lower lip so hard

had fallen for

seen the film herself, but even from the trailers and clips circulating online, she could

succeeded, Jessica's name would be everywhere in the animation industry.

fists clenched so tightly her knuckles ached. She had worked so hard, but all anyone cared about was

she'd participated in had

completely

this... how could Timothy ever have room for

Sheila made

you help me

the bathroom just as her phone rang. She hurried over and saw Herbert's

She picked up immediately.

the early screenings, it's already a hit. I'm so happy for you," Herbert