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."

he'd once invested in one of Mr. Smith's films because

no reason to refuse

Jessica pulled out her phone

workshop with Sheila today. If my son calls Sheila his mom in public, and my husband doesn't deny it, that should count

hadn't seen her meet with Marquis-nor could he possibly know Marquis was the

anything to Timothy. If Timothy caught wind of her plans and prepped a lawyer to counter

hopeful that today's evidence collection would go off without

more than enough for the judge to

so first thing

through all the evidence Jessica had listed out. 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

a high-profile divorce case against someone like

Marquis

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 actually called Sheila his mom in front of everyone!" Marquis handed his phone to Vince, whose brows drew together in