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."

never let Timothy snatch the film away and let Sheila Howard

had any time. Timothy didn't want me working either, so all I could

Vince's eyes grew misty.

understood Jessica's intentions

what it meant to suffer

that they, too, could make their mark. They could shine in their careers, create something of value, and

their silent

something deeply honorable-worthy of the

Jessica's core beliefs. He only saw her as a fragile, mute

arrogantly assumed that geniuses didn't need to

the world was full of people with disabilities who still had to prove themselves, and

way he could let

amazing

you're going to

come true."

aside from her mentor, that

in her chest, like a soft stream

felt an inexplicable trust