If she still couldn't find a solution, she'd think of another way to speak with

Timothy.

[At the hospital. Everything okay?]

[Yeah.]

[Send me the address-I'll come find you.]

Jessica sent him the location of a nearby café.

When she got inside, she ordered a glass of warm water. She took a few more painkillers—just in case. The last thing she needed was for Herbert, being a doctor, to notice something was off.

Half an hour later, Herbert rushed in, still looking a bit disheveled. There was a dark bruise at the corner of his mouth.

Jessica's brows knitted together. Mrs. Reynolds had told her his father hit him.

Herbert slid into the chair, adjusted his glasses, and managed a smile. "Hey, Little Mute. Want anything to drink?"

chest felt tight. So much had happened-enough to worry

being hit, Herbert could still smile as if

heavily, *Does it

quickly recovered. "You mean my lip? It's just a scratch. Doesn't hurt

wouldn't talk about

no choice but to be blunt.

a shadow crossing

moment.

that lawyer, and I won't ask you to introduce

how

in the country, he'd noticed the sorrow in her eyes. With her personality, she never would have chosen divorce unless she'd

sorted out your own problems,

"It's nothing, really. Don't worry about it. The Wheeler Group can handle a little turbulence. Don't let it

were just a little "turbulence,"

know exactly what Timothy's like. Tell

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