If this counted as domestic violence, Jessica would need Marquis to come over and collect evidence.
As it happened, Marquis was already in Vince’s office. He pulled up a photo on his phone and handed it to Vince. “Take a look at this, Mr. Zimmerman. Lawson really went too far—no wonder Mrs. Lawson wants a divorce.”
Vince’s brow furrowed as he saw the dark bruises mottling Jessica’s wrists.
“She said the marks are from being tied up with a necktie,” Marquis added.
Vince shot to his feet. “Did he force himself on her?”
Marquis, surprised by Vince’s reaction, replied, “I’m not sure. Let me message her and find out.”
Handing the phone back, Vince said, “Actually, check if she’s home. Go over and get the evidence. I’m going to have a word with Timothy myself.”
“You’re really getting involved in Timothy’s divorce?”
Vince raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
“All right, I’ll reach out to her now.”
Vince left the office.
Jessica soon received a message from Marquis:
*Ms. Greene, according to the Domestic Violence Protection Act, restraining or tying someone up is considered domestic violence, regardless of whether there are visible injuries. Are you available right now? I can come over to collect evidence.*
*Yes, I’m home.*
*Okay, I’ll be there soon.*
Meanwhile, Vince drove to The Lawson Group’s corporate offices, but Timothy wasn’t there.
Given what had happened earlier, Vince guessed the incident must have been recent; Timothy was probably still at home.
Back at the Lawson house, Timothy had just returned to the master bedroom after arranging for someone to fix the burst pipe—only to find Jessica gone.
She really never gave him a moment’s peace.
Things like this had never happened in their home before.
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