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 that he knew him

saw no reason

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

to a kids' craft workshop with Sheila today. If my son calls Sheila his mom in public, and my husband doesn't deny it, that should count as strong evidence for our case. Please go and document it if

no idea Jessica would be collecting evidence this way, and he hadn't seen her meet with Marquis-nor could he possibly know Marquis was the

trusted him not to leak anything to Timothy. If Timothy caught wind of her

that today's evidence collection would go

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

Marquis, so first thing this morning at the office, he'd called

clearly marked them as pending. As long as Vince gave the green light and was willing

high-profile divorce case against someone like Timothy would be

then, Marquis received

Sheila to the Lawsons' little boy's craft competition, and the kid actually called