Goodbye, Mr. Regret

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Chapter 35

Sheila froze for a moment.

Did he mean...

Did he really still remember the promise he'd made to her all those years ago?

So, did that mean he still loved her?

Tears welled up in Sheila's eyes. "Timothy, please... let it go. Don't hold on anymore. Seven years ago, we—"

She stopped, voice trembling. "Now, it's even less possible for us. Let's just... forget the past, both of us."

A complicated storm of emotions flickered in Timothy's icy blue eyes.

He said nothing.

For a long moment, it felt as if titself had stopped.

After two or three minutes, he finally straightened and stood up, his posture tall and unyielding.

"Get srest. | need to head back for a bit."

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Sheila nodded, trying to steady herself. "Go ahead, I'll be fine. | can take care of myself."

After Timothy left, Sheila wiped the tears from the corner of her eye.

At the fabric market, )essica finished picking out the material she needed, while Herbert carried the bolts for her.

She signed to him, letting him know he didn't need to walk her home; she could make her own way back.

Herbert's face darkened a bit. "Which hare you going to?"

Jessica pressed her lips together, then slowly spelled out with her hands, "To my hnow."

Herbert didn't insist on escorting her.

After all, he was a man, and if Timothy saw them together, it would be hard for Little Mute to explain.

He hailed a taxi for Jessica and handed her the fabric.

It made sense for her to return to Riverside City-everything was more convenient here. If she went back to

Azurehaven, it would be another two or three hours by car, and traveling back and forth would just waste more

time.

Herbert had given her the Voice Emitting Necklace; they'd known each other for years, so helping him with this

small favor was the least she could do.

Besides, when she was young, Latonia had always been kind to her.

Thinking about the Voice Emitting Necklace, Jessica couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness.

Timothy... He really could be so heartless.

When Timothy returned to The Gilded Whisper Estates, Henry rushed up to him.

"Dad, how's Miss Sheila?"

"She's much better. She woke up."

The worry on Henry's face finally melted away, replaced by a bright smile.

"I want to visit her."

"She's still very weak. Let's give her stto rest."

Henry nodded; he figured if he went now, Sheila would end up worrying about taking care of him, and it would

only tire her out further.

But then he remembered something-the painting, The Grand Canal, Venice.

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"Dad, look! The piece | asked you to buy just got delivered today. When Miss Sheila comes hfrom the

hospital, | bet she'll be thrilled to see it."

It was only then that Timothy noticed the animated version of The Grand Canal, Venice, propped casually against

the living room wall. Even like that, it lent a certain charm to the whole room.

Timothy arched a brow. "Didn't you say you liked it?"

"When they showed it, Miss Sheila couldn't take her eyes off it. | could tell just by the way she looked at it that

she loved it. Sure, | like it too, but | don't have to own it. | wanted you to buy it for her."

Just then, Jessica pushed the door open, catching the tail end of Henry's words. Hand still on the doorknob, she

stood there, stunned.

Timothy's brow knit together. "Henry, Ines never intended to sell that piece. After she saw your cut-paper

animation, she changed her mind and decided to give it to you as a keepsake. Are you sure you want to give it to

Sheila?"

So Ines hadn't wanted to sell her painting after all...

Jessica understood now. Because Henry's work-her own student's-had impressed Ines so much, she was willing to

let the painting go to him.

It all made sense now.

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