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 because of a mutual friend, and

no reason to refuse his

car, Jessica pulled out her phone and sent a message

husband is taking our son to a kids' craft workshop with Sheila today. If my son calls Sheila his mom in public, and my husband doesn't deny it,

and he hadn't seen her meet with

him not to leak anything to Timothy. If Timothy caught wind of her plans and prepped a lawyer

hopeful that today's evidence collection would

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

had been too drunk to meet with Marquis, so

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 willing to risk angering

a lawyer, having strong backing and winning a high-profile divorce case

Marquis received Jessica's

even taking Sheila to the Lawsons' little boy's craft competition, and the kid actually called Sheila his mom in front of everyone!" Marquis handed his phone to