Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Yesterday afternoon, because Timothy had been at the hospital, Jessica hadn't even had a chance to discuss her work with Mr. Smith in detail.

So now, she was still standing outside the hospital entrance, needing to arrange a meeting spot with Mr. Smith before she could catch a ride over.

At the moment, she was on the phone with Mr. Smith.

Herbert came running out after her and spotted her familiar figure by the curb. He jogged over.

Jessica had just finished her call.

"Little Mute."

Jessica turned around, saw Herbert, and smiled as she signed, "Why are you out here again?"

"I don't have much to do today," Herbert replied, falling in step beside her. "Let me drive you to meet Mr. Smith. I didn't even know he was in Riverside City until now —and he's leaving tomorrow. I'd like to catch up with him before he goes."

Mr. Smith's films

no reason to refuse

inside the car, Jessica pulled out her phone and sent a

Sheila his mom in public, and my husband doesn't deny it, that should count as strong evidence for our

this way, and he hadn't seen her meet with Marquis-nor could he possibly know Marquis was the lawyer

looked out for her, and Jessica trusted him not to leak anything to Timothy. If Timothy caught

hopeful that today's evidence

these points, it should be more than enough for the judge to see that Timothy's actions

meet with Marquis, so first thing this

Where Jessica had proof, Marquis had attached it to the case file; for those points where she didn't, he'd clearly marked them as pending. As long as Vince gave the green light and was

backing and winning a high-profile divorce case against someone like Timothy

then, Marquis received Jessica's

couldn't help muttering, "Mr. Zimmerman, President Lawson is just outrageous. Today he's even taking Sheila to the Lawsons' little boy's craft competition, and the kid