That night, "Thomas Jones Gone Mad" was trending. Everyone online was criticizing Noah.

Jane was bored scrolling through social media. She furrowed her brows and looked at Chuck. He was doing some research on herbs not too far away from her.

"Yvonne went with Stephen to court today?"

"Why not?"

Chuck said without looking up, "The victim is their child. Isn't it normal for them to go together?"

"I'm talking to you. Can you put down that nonsense?" Jane was infuriated. She walked over to the table and pushed aside the herbs on the table.

Chuck wasn't able to stop Jane in time. He said angrily, "Ms. Ford, the things I'm doing are much more important than your stupid questions. If you want to talk about it, go find someone else, will you?"

"This is just trash. How could it be important? Stop trying—"

"This is for Mark," Chuck coldly interrupted Jane.

"Yvonne wouldn't give me the formula for the drowsy incense, so I have to find a way to come up with it.

"If I can't produce any