Jessica quickly signed, "It''s not that I don''t trust you."


    The real problem was that she''d been spending too much time around Herberttely. Timothy would definitely assume Herbert was helping her, and she couldn''t predict what Timothy might do if he got suspicious.


    "If you trust me, then stop overthinking it," Herbert reassured her. "Besides, you don''t even need to go abroad for this treatment. He''s already taught me the method-you can juste to my clinic."


    Jessica was able to speak a little today, though her throat was sore and scratchy. She was already considering whether she''d need to get her vocal cords checked at the hospital tomorrow. After all, she hadn''t spoken in years; her vocal cords had probably atrophied.


    She didn''t feelfortable seeing any other doctor-one slip and people might find out. Right now, she could only make a faint sound; she still wasn''t sure if she''d ever truly speak again. If others caught wind of this, there''d be endless spection and gossip.


    When it came to medical issues like this, Herbert was the safest option.


    Now that the Wheeler family drama had settled down for the time being, she was just seeing Herbert for treatment—not asking him to rmend a divorce attorney. If she kept a low profile and didn''t let Timothy find out, it shouldn''t cause any trouble for the Wheelers.


    Jessica mulled it over for a long time before finally nodding her agreement.


    By then, She had already left The Gilded Whisper Estates.


    Timothy had answered her questions, but nothing he said satisfied her. Over the years, she and Timothy had crossed paths plenty of times, but this time, now that she was back in the country, She felt as if something fundamental had changed. After She left, Timothy didn''t return to his room. Instead, he dialed Mr. Smith.


    "Still awake?"


    "Yeah, I''m up. What''s up, Tim, calling sote?"


    "I''m your main investor for this new film. Think you can squeeze in a role for someone?"


    Mr. Smith chuckled. "Tim, are you trying to y the casting couch game now?" "You could say that."


    Timothy knew Mr. Smith''s style-he was picky about his work and handpicked every actor himself. They both knew She, and if Mr. Smith hadn''t approached her, he must have had his reasons.


    She rarely asked him for favors, but this time, she''d made her intentions clear- she really wanted the part.


    Mr. Smith hesitated. Timothy had never asked for a favor like this before, and without Timothy''s backing, Mr. Smith''s first film might never have seen the light of day. Now that Timothy was finally asking for something, refusing him would be hard to justify.


    "Tim, I''m still waiting to hear from someone. If she turns it down, I can give you the role."


    Mr. Smith wasn''t ready to give up on Ines''s student just yet.


    "Is she that important?"


    "Yeah. I''m really drawn to her work. But maybe she''ll say no. Give me a few days?"


    Mr. Smith wanted to wait a little longer.


    "Alright. Let me know when you decide."


    Timothy didn''t push for an immediate answer. He understood that Mr. Smith''s high standards were what made his movies such hits.


    The next morning.


    Early, Jessica left her apartment and ran into Vince at the front gate.


    "Hey, haven''t had breakfast yet, have you? Want to grab something together?" Vince had visited Jessica''s new apartment yesterday. She''d just bought the ce and only recently moved in; she probably hadn''t even unpacked her kitchenware yet, so there was no way she''d cooked at home. She''d left in a rushst night— she owed Vince an exnation.


    More importantly, Jessica had a hunch Vince could help her with her divorce. She climbed into Vince''s car.


    They headed to a breakfast diner not far from her ce. After they ordered, Jessica pulled out her phone and typed out a message.