Chapter 153

If she still couldn't find a solution, she'd think of another way to speak with

Timothy.

[At the hospital. Everything okay?]

[Yeah.]

[Send me the address-I'll come find you.]

Jessica sent him the location of a nearby café.

When she got inside, she ordered a glass of warm water. She took a few more painkillers—just in case. The last thing she needed was for Herbert, being a doctor, to notice something was off.

Half an hour later, Herbert rushed in, still looking a bit disheveled. There was a dark bruise at the corner of his mouth.

Jessica's brows knitted together. Mrs. Reynolds had told her his father hit him.

Herbert slid into the chair, adjusted his glasses, and managed a smile. "Hey, Little Mute. Want anything to drink?"

felt tight. So much had happened-enough

her-and yet, even after being hit, Herbert could still smile

heavily, *Does

for a second, but he quickly recovered. "You mean my lip? It's just a scratch. Doesn't hurt at

talk about

had no choice but to be blunt. *Has Timothy been giving

eyes paused, a

his fists for a moment. "Did my

it matter how I found out? I haven't contacted that lawyer, and I won't ask you to introduce me to anyone else. Talk to your family-see if it's possible to

you don't get a lawyer, how are you going

seen Jessica back in the country, he'd noticed the sorrow in her eyes. With her personality, she never would have chosen divorce unless

out your own

The Wheeler Group can handle a little turbulence. Don't let

grew anxious. If this were just a little "turbulence," Mrs. Reynolds never

exactly what Timothy's like. Tell me

could tell

always been this way-kindhearted, always afraid of

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