StartNovelChapter 226
The moment Timothy caught sight of Herbert standing protectively beside Jessica, his lips pressed into a hard,
bloodless line.
Herbert, of course, noticed Timothy as well.
Timothy didn't bother hiding how intimately he held the woman in his arms; even when running into his own
wife, he made no attempt to keep up appearances.
It was outrageous.
Without another glance at Timothy, Jessica turned toward Herbert and quietly signed, "Let's go."
She acted as if Timothy didn't exist.
Both Timothy and Sheila understood Jessica's sign language.
Sheila, a beat behind everyone else, finally spoke up. "Timothy, Jessica's right here. You can putdown now."
Her voice was still rough and low from the strain.
"Don't talk. Protect your voice," Timothy replied, his tone clipped but concerned.
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Jessica and Herbert were already heading toward the exam room when Timothy's words drifted to her ears.
Sheila had undergone surgery on her vocal cords. The fact that she could now do voice-overs for her cartoons
meant her recovery was complete.
Even so, Timothy hovered over her, fussing about her throat as if it were made of glass.
After settling Sheila into the exam room, Timothy stepped out.
Jessica, meanwhile, quietly told Herbert she didn't want Timothy knowing about her own throat exam. Herbert
nodded, understanding her worry, and led her to his office instead.
"| took a look at your vocal cords with the scope," Herbert said. "You don't need a full work-up unless you want
one. For now, I'll give you smedication to help with recovery-herbal supplements, nothing that'll cause side
effects. As for your brain scans, | want to take another careful look and maybe consult a colleague."
Jessica nodded in agreement.
Herbert handed her the medicine.
She said her goodbyes, making it clear she had no desire to run into Timothy.
Things had cto this; Jessica no longer wanted to feed Herbert empty stories about loving Timothy or
refusing a divorce. She'd only said those things before to keep Herbert from getting dragged into her mess.
But at this point, even if she wanted to keep lying, she couldn't.
With Timothy holding Sheila like that, even the blind could see what was really going on.
Of course, Herbert was tactful enough not to mention Timothy's behavior with another woman. There was no
point in wounding Jessica further by spelling it out.
"All right, you go on home," he said gently. "We'll talk later."
After giving her instructions for the medication, Herbert watched Jessica leave.
With Sheila still in the exam room, Timothy emerged and tracked down a doctor to ask about Herbert's office.
He knocked on the door.
"Cin," Herbert called.
The door opened, and Herbert looked up-only to see Timothy walk in.
Herbert couldn't help but let out a short, mirthless laugh.
He remembered the day he'd returned to the country, that very first day he saw Jessica—Little Mute, as he called
her-standing with him in the square, watching Timothy and Sheila being mobbed by reporters on the airport's big
screen.
Timothy had claimed, in front of everyone, that Sheila was his aunt.
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But Herbert had since done a little digging. There was no blood relation between Timothy and Sheila.
Their intimacy had no boundaries-'aunt' was clearly just a smokescreen.
No wonder Little Mute insisted on divorce. Timothy was a loathsman. He'd married her, yet treated her with
such disregard.
Timothy settled into the chair on the other side of Herbert's desk, his posture impossibly relaxed and self-
assured, every gesture radiating a kind of unapproachable elegance.
He was the sort of man who could make any woman's heart flutter.
But so what?
Herbert had seen enough. His verdict was clear: Timothy was nothing but a cad.
Herbert fixed Timothy with a frosty stare and said nothing.
Timothy met his gaze evenly, his voice cool and edged with warning. "Mr. Herbert,
do you make a habit of getting involved with married women?"
"She won't be married for much longer," Herbert shot back, unflinching.
As long as Jessica held firm, Herbert didn't care what anyone called him. He'd survived far worse than this.
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