Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 115

These past few days, Jessica had been in a deep slump. She barely had the energy to think about anything else.

But there was a deeper, more pressing reason behind it-she was running out of time.

In the few short months she had left, whatever she tried to do would always feel rushed, never enough.

"Little Mute?"

Herbert, noticing her silence, waved a hand in front of her face.

Jessica looked up, her expression heavy as she signed, "If it's not a big order, I can manage."

Herbert couldn't quite understand it. Jessica's papercut artwork was nothing short of exquisite—almost museum-worthy. And she'd learned it from her grandmother, to whom she'd always been especially close.

So why wasn't she trying to make something of her talent?

He hesitated, then asked gently, "Is something holding you back?"

His mother had once invited Jessica to host an exhibition and offered to sponsor her. Back then, Jessica had been busy caring for her husband and son, so it made sense she'd turned it down.

divorce now. Surely she wouldn't have to spend so much time on her husband and son anymore. Shouldn't this be

desperately wanted to support

and granted early admission to Riverside Media Institute. She could have had a brilliant

she raised her hands to sign, "I haven't really

we had yesterday are people with real taste, and they loved your pieces. That says a lot. Besides, aren't you planning to divorce Timothy? If you don't have a career to

her son, Jessica's face clouded over. Her hands moved slowly: "I'm not planning to

tried, she'd

would be

would never choose

need to make

at her, eyes dark

gives up her

have gone through something

done to her these past

anger burned in

looked utterly defeated, as if she'd lost all her

It broke his heart.

back his frustration, Herbert lowered his voice and said, "Even if you don't fight for custody, life after

Jessica met his gaze.