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.

sign language. She signed to Herbert: "Let me speak with the lawyer first, then

his lips together and

Herbert, but he could tell-man to man-that

Jessica politely, "May I ask

notepad and pen in front of Jessica, realizing just how much

el.n.

he spoke up, I'm her neighbor from

huh? That would explain the special

added, then continued, "I happened to be

no need for Jessy to write everything down. I can interpret for her. You can begin

situation, but there were some

the first attempt-unless you can provide evidence of things like bigamy, living with another partner, domestic violence,

not to mention Timothy's

in case it

emotional infidelity?