Goodbye, Mr. Regret

So that's what he overheard.

Unbelievable...

Vince Zimmerman's chest heaved with suppressed emotion.

Timothy Lawson had gone too far this time.

Jessica Greene must have endured so much over the years.

"Mr. Zimmerman, I just got a call from Carlisle. He said Bryant Edge Films is interested in our movie. Since production is almost wrapped up, they want exclusive rights to handle the marketing and distribution. If Carlisle doesn't agree, they'll make sure the film never hits theaters."

Vince's pupils contracted. The words were all too familiar-they'd just been discussing this same topic.

So the animated film Yates Bryant was so interested in, the one that might just break the domestic box office record for animation, was Jessica's project.

Damn it!

Jessica was a radiant star, her brilliance dulled only by Timothy's shadow.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of this."

snatch the film away and let Sheila Howard

project. But Henry was just a child then, and I barely had any time. Timothy didn't want me working either, so

Vince's eyes grew misty.

understood Jessica's intentions

couldn't speak, but she knew what it meant

like them needed the world to see that they, too, could make their mark. They could shine in

was their silent cry

deeply honorable-worthy of

had never truly understood Jessica's core beliefs.

witnessing her talent, Timothy arrogantly assumed that geniuses didn't need to fight for

of people with disabilities who still had to prove themselves, and Jessica was fighting

he could let someone steal that

really do. You're amazing honestly, you're

going to

true."

time, aside from her mentor, that someone

strange, gentle warmth rose in her chest, like a

inexplicable trust