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."

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

no reason

out her phone and sent

my son calls Sheila his mom in public, and my husband doesn't deny it, that should count

way, and he hadn't seen her meet with

for her, and Jessica trusted him not to leak anything to Timothy. If Timothy caught wind of her plans and

that today's evidence collection would go off without

could gather proof on all these points, it should be more than enough for the judge to see that Timothy's

drunk to meet with Marquis, so first thing

didn't, he'd clearly marked them as pending. As long as Vince gave the green light and was willing to risk angering Timothy to take on the

divorce case against someone like Timothy would be a real

then, Marquis received Jessica's

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