Not afraid of offending Timothy in the least.
"So, Mr. Herbert, are you trying to steal my woman?" Timothy''s tone was cold, his gaze sharp and unyielding.
Herbert just smiled, calm and unbothered. “You mean the woman you were just holding? Rx, I''m not interested. You don''t have to worry about me making a move on her. In fact, President Lawson, I wish you both a long and happy life together."
Timothy''s eyes narrowed, a chill shing across his face.
"If a doctor can''t understand what his patient really needs, he''s bound to make a fatal mistake."
The two men traded barbs, their words polite but edged with hostility. The tension in the room crackled like smoke before a gunfight.
Herbert''s lips curved in a smirk and he raised his brows, utterly unfazed. "I never imagined President Lawson was sopassionate, worrying about my career with such concern. But I have plenty of confidence in my medical skills. No need for you to trouble yourself. Why not save your big-hearted care for someone else, someone who actually needs it?"
Little Mute was gentle and soft, easily bullied-she''d swallow her grievances without a word. But Herbert wasn''t so easy to push around.
Timothy''s expression darkened to stormy ck.
"Timothy."
She appeared, limping in, her hand braced against the wall as she looked for him.
He rose immediately to steady her. "Why are you wandering around like this?" "I''ve finished my check-up. Nothing serious. The doctor said I just need to drink more water and suck on some throat lozenges." Her voice was still a little hoarse.
"Good. If you''re alright, let''s get you to a doctor for that foot."
"Wait a second, Timothy." She nced over at Herbert, her face earnest. "I just spoke to the ENT specialist-Dr. Wheeler, right? Hello, Dr. Wheeler. Jessica was with you just now. Is she alright? Is she sick?"
Herbert never cared much for the tea in his hand; the strong vor made his stomach turn. She''s concerned question suddenly made Timothy feel a stab of guilt. He''d been so focused on seeing Jessica with Herbert, he hadn''t even thought to ask if Jessica was sick-was that why she''de to the hospital? Jessica, of course, didn''t want people to know about her throat issues.
Herbert remembered well how, at The Silverthread Eatery, Timothy''s sister called Jessica “the mute" at every turn. And since Jessica was divorcing Timothy anyway, why bother letting them know her voice could actually be treated?
He shrugged. "She''s perfectly fine. Not sick at all. Well, unless you count having grass growing out of her head-a very serious condition that really ought to be pulled out."
She frowned. "Dr. Wheeler, why are you being so hostile? Timothy and I are just worried about Jessica''s health, that''s all. Never mind, if that''s your attitude, I won''t ask anymore."
The little bit of guilt Timothy felt vanished instantly.
Jessica wasn''t sick, but came to the hospital anyway? There was only one reason for that she''de for Herbert.
Quite the charmer, wasn''t she? Always attracting attention.
If he kept ignoring things, he''d be the one growing grass on his head-everyone would know he''d been made a fool of.
She turned to him. "Let''s go, Timothy."
He didn''t pick her up this time, but supported her as they left Herbert''s office together.
Herbert''s hands curled into tight fists.
Timothy and She seemed to have no boundaries at all, and even if Little Mute was upset by it, she would never say a word.
She must have had a hard timetely.
Thatwyer Herbert had found for her she never contacted him, but thewyer reached out to Herbert anyway, talking about suing Timothy. After thinking it over, though, thewyer declined the case.
Herbert swore to himself he would never let Little Mute suffer this kind of injustice again.
If no one in the country dared take Timothy''s divorce case, then he''d find her an internationalwyer.
Let''s see, Timothy-just how far does your reach really go?