Goodbye, Mr. Regret novel Chapter 232

It used to be Ines who saw Jessica’s potential and favored her, but now, after Mr. Smith had sought Jessica out, every word he said seemed filled with nothing but praise. He, too, regarded Jessica as a rare talent.

Jessica’s mere presence had always been an emotional blow to Sheila. Now, to Sheila’s dismay, Jessica had become an obstacle in her career as well—not a major one, perhaps, but enough to leave Sheila struggling for air, unable to claw her way back.

The elegant composure Sheila had so carefully maintained nearly crumbled in an instant. The confident arch of her brows quivered as if a string had snapped, her rose-red lips faded into a dull rust, and the easy curve at the corners of her mouth turned into a mechanical, muscle-strained imitation of a smile.

She had arrived for Mr. Smith’s interview in such high spirits, never imagining it would end like this.

Timothy’s brow furrowed, his eyes darkening with a stormy intensity.

Ines, as Jessica’s mentor, might have been biased, loving her protégé’s work with a touch of partiality. But Mr. Smith didn’t even know Jessica personally; his judgment was based solely on her work. And both of them, independently, believed Jessica had extraordinary talent in animation.

Truth be told, ever since Timothy had seen Jessica’s comic adaptation of *The Grand Canal, Venice*, he’d known she possessed a spark and creative energy Sheila simply lacked.

He’d even approached Jessica about pursuing a job after seeing that piece, but she had refused him flat-out.

Jessica knew perfectly well he was making plans for Sheila’s professional future, yet she had gone behind his back and started plotting her own. It was as if she were deliberately challenging him.

But what did her animation talent matter? Even if she made a name for herself in that field, could she ever make as much as he did in a single day?

She was his wife. His earnings were enough for both of them. Her focus should be on their family.

Before Mr. Smith could answer, Ines interjected with a laugh. “She absolutely is. Picking up these skills is like learning to ride a bike—once you’ve got it, you’ve got it. She might be a little rusty at first, but she’ll get up to speed in no time. The real value is in her innate talent for design and conceptualizing. That’s something no amount of practice can give you; others could work for years and still not reach her level in such a short time.”

Ines was unabashedly proud of her own protégé.

Timothy could admit Jessica had talent, but he just couldn’t believe her animation work was truly that remarkable.

If she were really that exceptional, would she have been content to spend the past seven years quietly at home?

“Tim, Ines is telling the truth. I think you must understand this yourself. It’s like your own sharp instincts and prowess in the business world—no matter how hard others try to learn, few can match your achievements. That kind of innate ability creates a gulf that’s almost impossible to cross.”