Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 367

Even Jessica, once hailed as a prodigy by many of her university professors, was no exception to the challenges she now faced.

Still, her current situation left her with no choice but to pick herself up and find the courage to start again.

With renewed confidence and a solid foundation, she only needed a brief half-hour conversation with Mr. Smith before he couldn’t help but praise her.

“Ms. Greene, you’re truly talented. It would be such a loss if you gave up animation. If you hadn’t taken that seven-year break and kept working in the industry, I have no doubt your achievements would rival my own.”

Even in such a short exchange, Mr. Smith could see she wasn’t just technically skilled—she also had a knack for scriptwriting and directing.

“Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Smith,” Jessica replied. “I’m not thinking that far ahead. I just want to do my current work well. As for things that haven’t happened, I try not to dwell on them—no reason to add more anxiety. Everything happens for a reason, and it’s never too late to start over.”

In truth, those words were as much for herself as for him.

Living in the moment—that’s what really matters.

The past can’t be changed, and the future is impossible to predict.

Worrying about either only leads to endless turmoil.

She’d been caught in that trap before, letting her life spiral into chaos.

Focusing on the present is the only way forward.

Their online collaboration was going smoothly. In the world of animation, there was no need to be tied to a physical office. Many tasks could be handed off to specialized studios, and a single character might be brought to life by one artist or several, all depending on the director’s vision.

He was at the hospital to deliver some test samples. Since the doctor had told him he could use a wheelchair today, he’d asked his driver to drop him off and then rolled himself inside in his electric chair.

He maneuvered the wheelchair over and stopped in front of Jessica, his tone unusually gentle. “Your throat still hasn’t healed?”

Jessica hadn’t planned to engage with him, but after all those medical tests, she realized that if Timothy got suspicious and started digging into her recent activities, he’d easily find out about her illness—and who knows what he’d do with that information? It could throw all her plans off course.

So, instead of ignoring him, she replied in sign language, “It’s nothing serious—just a minor injury. It’s been several days already; I’m almost fully recovered.”

Seeing her respond so civilly, Timothy felt he might finally have a chance for a real conversation.

He glanced at his watch. “It’s lunchtime—how about we grab something to eat together?”