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?"

tight. So much had

even after being hit, Herbert could still smile as if nothing was

signed heavily, *Does it

quickly recovered. "You mean my lip? It's

talk about

be blunt. *Has

paused, a shadow crossing

clenched his fists for a moment. "Did my mom

to introduce me to anyone else. Talk to your family-see if it's possible to communicate

don't get a lawyer, how are

the sorrow in her eyes. With her personality, she never

out your own problems, and you're worrying about

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

"turbulence," Mrs. Reynolds never

exactly what Timothy's like. Tell me what

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