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 happened-enough

come find her-and yet, even after being hit, Herbert could still

heavily, *Does

a second, but he quickly recovered. "You mean my

talk about

blunt.

a shadow crossing his

fists for a moment. "Did my mom come to

to introduce me

lawyer, how are you going to get a

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

even sorted out your own problems,

her, "It's nothing, really. Don't worry about it. The

just a little "turbulence," Mrs. Reynolds never would have come to her for

so simple. I know exactly what Timothy's like. Tell me

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