Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Chapter 373

The only reason Timothy knew anything about seal script was because of his grandfather, Abell. Abell was famous for his elegant handwriting, and his favorite style was always the ancient, flowing seal script.

As a boy, Timothy had spent many years living with the Howard family. During that time, he'd often practiced calligraphy with Abell, learning to master the

brushstrokes of those intricate characters.

Once, Timothy had even won first prize in a youth calligraphy competition.

Maybe some things are just destined.

Meanwhile, Vince was taking Jessica to a framing shop. On the way, his mind kept circling back to his feelings for her. Was it really love?

If it was, why didn't he feel jealous of Herbert's pursuit of Jessica? Why didn't it hurt that Timothy was her husband? None of it fit the usual script, and yet, his feelings for her were undeniably different-special, even.

Was his love just that accepting? Or maybe it wasn't love at all.

They soon arrived at the shop, picked out the materials, and quickly settled into the framing process.

at Howard Mansion, the sound of

and Sandra instantly perked up,

pound in his chest-just like it had the day Jessica agreed

almost trembling with anticipation. "They're here! Come on,

housekeeper was already on her way to open

about this first meeting with Jessica. Together, they hurried outside-only to find

brings you

her arms around her grandmother, her voice trembling with distress. "Grandma, I've had the worst luck! Timothy left the country injured, and I came all this way to find him. But on the way,

back soothingly. "It's alright, sweetheart. You're safe now, that's

was so scary. I honestly thought I'd never make

"I'm here," Timothy answered.

from Sandra and hurried over. Seeing him

just run off like that? You scared me half

all—siblings as close

at the same time, Sallie had come out first.

I worried you," Timothy

Sheila nearby and shot her a frosty look. But out of. respect for