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?"

much had happened-enough

even after being hit,

heavily, *Does

a second, but he quickly recovered. "You mean my lip? It's just a scratch. Doesn't hurt at

wouldn't talk about his

had no choice but to be blunt. *Has Timothy been giving you

eyes paused, a shadow crossing his

a moment.

won't ask you to introduce me to anyone else. Talk to your

a lawyer, how

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

sorted out your own problems, and you're worrying about

The Wheeler Group can handle a little turbulence. Don't let it get

just a little "turbulence," Mrs. Reynolds never would

exactly what Timothy's like.

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