Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Jessica had grown up and changed so much that Hollis didn't recognize her at first-but she knew him right away.

When her mother jumped to her death, he abandoned her without a second thought.

Now, even after all these years, Jessica still couldn't quite bring herself to call him "Dad." She'd hated him, blamed him, wondered a thousand times why he didn't want her. Her grandmother had worked herself to the bone raising her, and when she passed away, Jessica spent more than three years utterly alone.

Hollis never came back.

But he was still her father. She couldn't just call him by his name. In the end, she managed a quiet, "Dad."

Only then did Hollis snap out of his confusion. "Jessy? Is that really you?"

"You can talk now?" he asked, as if seeing a ghost.

“Yeah, I'm finally better,” she replied softly.

Jessica had something she wanted to say to Hollis alone, so she turned to Vince. "Vince, would you mind waiting for me outside?"

Hollis took a good look at Vince-well-dressed, obviously well-off. His estranged daughter was turning into a beautiful woman, and judging by the parade of men coming to see her, she didn't lack for admirers.

The last man who had come by claimed to be her husband. So who was this one?

Thinking of the previous visitor, Hollis felt a chill down his spine. He turned back to Jessica, lowering his voice. "Are you married?"

But we're officially divorced now

that man who was

a friend,"

her father again someday. But as she got older, she gave up hope, learned

that's why, seeing him

died, or why her father left. But since she was here today, she wanted to ask. "Dad, why did Mom jump?" Hollis's face twisted with discomfort.

was ill. She struggled with

herself cradled in her mother's arms-even though she was already six or seven, her mother would still try to breastfeed her.

died, why did you leave me? You never

sold the house, it wasn't enough. I had to disappear. If I'd gone to see you, I'd have dragged you and

excuses made Jessica's

demanded. checked. You only went to prison ten years ago. What about the eight or nine years before that? You just disappeared to dodge

hoped

truth. Timothy had already promised him: as long as he kept quiet, he'd be released early and sent abroad, with

nonsense. Of course you're my daughter. I just... I met someone else, you know? Got busy with my own life, got distracted. I figured your grandmother was taking care of you, so I didn't

hearing. How could a father be so shamelessly irresponsible?

bother asking about the past anymore.

tell him about her cancer diagnosis or