Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 117

"I'm in Capital City right now. If I change the delivery address, when can I expect to receive the package?"

"If it's within the same city, you'll usually get it pretty early—definitely by tomorrow morning at the latest."

Timothy glanced around the hospital room. Sheila was still lying there, eyes closed. It was already late. Even if he wanted to talk to Jessica, it would have to wait until tomorrow.

"Alright, I'll send you the new address. Please arrange it as soon as possible."

Timothy forwarded the address of Jessica's previous hotel to the store clerk, along with his own phone number.

Sheila's injuries weren't nearly bad enough to leave her unconscious.

She just wanted to keep Timothy by her side a little longer, so she pretended to be asleep.

She heard everything he said outside the room.

So, the swan brooch he'd gotten wasn't for her after all.

She'd seen the news online.

Timothy had bought up every limited-edition brooch from each state in the country. She'd thought he just didn't want anyone to have the same one as her.

But in truth, he didn't want anyone to have the same one as Jessica.

Weren't those two swans supposed to represent their "Happy" and "Lucky"?

Why should Jessica—mute Jessica—get one?

Sheila's hand, hidden beneath the covers, curled into a tight fist.

The next morning.

Sheila woke.

Almost on cue, Timothy's phone rang.

He answered.

"Hello, is this Timothy? There's a package here for you."

"Please leave it at the front desk—I'll pick it up later."

He pocketed his phone and turned to Sheila. "I need to step out for a bit."

"Timothy."

Sheila stopped him. "Ines's exhibition is today. You wanted me to finish that piece as soon as possible. I worked on it pretty much all night the day before yesterday, and it's done now. Could you take a look?"

Of course, the technical skill was undeniable.

Technique can be mastered—with enough dedication, anyone can reach excellence.

But talent is another story.

In every field, there are always a few rare prodigies that others can spend a lifetime chasing, but never surpass.

Those are the ones born for their craft.

Timothy wasn't an expert in animation, but after years of watching Sheila work, he'd developed a decent eye for it.

He was starting to understand what Ines meant about talent and that elusive creative spark.

No wonder Ines was reluctant to accept Sheila as a student.

She was probably still waiting for that one exceptional pupil.

If that student never appeared, only then would Sheila get her chance.

"Sheila, what do you think?" Timothy asked, seeing the anticipation in her eyes.

She desperately wanted his approval.