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."

would never let Timothy snatch the film away and let Sheila Howard

my heart into this film. A few years ago, Carlisle approached me, hoping I'd join the 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.

Jessica's

what

their mark. They could shine in their careers, create something of value,

their silent cry

something deeply honorable-worthy of the

Jessica's core beliefs. He

that geniuses didn't need to fight

who still had to prove themselves, and Jessica was fighting for

no way he could let someone steal that achievement from

it, Jessy. I really do. You're amazing

going to make

come true."

from her mentor, that someone had encouraged her like this-about her work, her

chest, like a soft stream flowing through her

inexplicable trust toward