Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"You startled me! For a second, I thought someone had broken into your house." Vince hadn't expected the man in front of him to understand sign language.

Just then, The Zimmerman Group's chief legal counsel, Mr. Marquis, walked in.

"Mr. Zimmerman, good afternoon."

"Marquis, please, come in."

Vince gestured for Marquis to step inside.

Hearing Vince address the newcomer as a lawyer, Herbert couldn't help glancing at Jessica.

Jessica pressed her lips together, a little embarrassed. She hadn't asked Herbert for help—instead, she'd had Vince find her an attorney. Who would've thought they'd bump into each other like this?

Herbert had already told her he wasn't afraid of Timothy, but she'd gone to someone else anyway. He was bound to misunderstand, to think she didn't trust him. For a man, that sort of thing stings the ego.

But Mrs. Reynolds had shown up in person that day and explained everything. Jessica couldn't let her own problems drive a wedge between Herbert and his family—or worse, drag The Wheeler Group, who had nothing to do with her, into the mess.

When Jessica glanced at Herbert, his expression was clearly a little sour.

Marquis and Vince couldn't read sign language. She signed to Herbert: "Let me speak with the lawyer first,

pressed his lips

know Herbert, but he could tell-man to man-that there was nothing ordinary about

politely, "May

Jessica, realizing just how much

el.n.

Not wanting her to struggle, he spoke up,

friend, huh? That would explain the special

then continued, "I happened to

write everything down. I can

situation, but

grant a divorce on the first attempt-unless you can provide evidence of things like bigamy, living with another partner, domestic violence, abandonment, gambling, substance abuse, or similar

already told Marquis not to mention Timothy's name in front of

in case

about emotional infidelity?