No one had the same amount of patience or energy that they had when they were young. Although
Jacob understood that as he grew older, he never once talked about it.
He felt exhausted as the matters related to the company were getting more and more tiresome with
each passing day. An unusual sense of disgust grew in his heart, but he could not stop it.
He could only let those thoughts hover in his mind until those thoughts drifted away on their own.
However, such feelings seldom disappeared without a trace.
It had become common for people to get depressed. Jacob used to believe that they must have been
overthinking things, and that was what caused them to be upset, but now, he did not think so.
Regardless of how things went, there were people who could not let go of their memories that easily.
Jacob fell asleep on his seat, feeling tired. Although it was spring, he felt a bit cold.
All of a sudden, his phone rang, waking him up. He looked out the window and saw that the sky was as
dark as the night. The phone's screen was flashing a faint green light.
"Hello, Uncle James! I am still at the company." Jacob touched his face and felt it to be as cold as ice.
He quickly got up and turned on the light.
In an instant the bright white light filled the room, making it feel as though it was still daytime. Jacob
closed his eyes, unable to look at the dazzling light.
"Sara just called, asking me if you were home. I checked your room, but didn't find you there," James
replied with a faint cough.
"What's wrong, Uncle James? Do you have a cold?" Although Jacob heard it clearly, it was rare to see
James coughing.
"I'm fine, it's just a slight cold. Come home soon, it's getting late. If you have any work to do, you can
finish it tomorrow. Don't try to finish things in a hurry now." As James said that, he coughed again.
After Jacob hung up the phone, he looked out the window. Most of the lights in the city were off. And
the entire area was pitch black. Jacob glanced at the clock and saw that the time was already past 1:00
a.m.
He walked downstairs and bought some cold medicine before he left for home.
He played some soothing classical music in the car on his way to lighten up his mood. Life always went
on, regardless of whether one was stuck or lost.
Jacob saw that most of the apartment lights were off, which meant that most families had gone to bed
while he was still outside.
Once he got home, Jacob handed the medicines to James before he walked upstairs. Neither Sara nor
his father lived in his house. Hence, the house felt deserted, like an abandoned castle.
Perhaps it was his loneliness, or perhaps it was because it was the middle of the night that everything
seemed so eerily calm and quiet. As soon as Jacob lay down on his bed, he fell asleep.
Since his heart was filled with worry, he was naturally exhausted. However, he seemed to be trying his
best to hold on.
The next day, Jacob got up early because he was hungry.
Winnie had already prepared an array of dishes for him to eat, and Jacob couldn't help but feast on
them. He loved Winnie's food, and that was probably the reason he never considered to hire a different
chef. He always liked how Winnie's food tasted home-cooked.
If his mother had been alive, her food would have tasted exactly like Winnie's. But since Winnie was
more like family, she prepared food with love.
Jacob and James sat in the car, but they didn't talk much on their way.
Although Jacob looked better, he remained rather silent.
Once they arrived at the company, Jacob arranged for a meeting with all of the company's directors. To
his surprise, Jonathan did not stir up any trouble. He must have been so embarrassed after the incident
that he decided to keep quiet.
Perhaps he had finally started to see what Jacob was capable of. And now, he seemed much more
docile.
However, the situation during the conference was not any better than the last time. Such a serious
business meeting turned out to be a very quiet one. Jacob felt that there was no point to the meeting
and wanted to end it. James stood up all of a sudden and announced, "If no one has any further
objections, then the meeting is concluded."
The conference served as some kind of an entertainment for Jacob. Although it angered his assistant,
Cindy, she did not dare to say a word as she believed that he would know best to deal with his affairs.
After the conference was over, Jacob returned to his desk and slumped on his chair. He seemed to be
in a daze.
Neither someone causing trouble for the company, nor a silent meeting was good for the company's
development.
Jacob frowned and started to count the seconds in his mind. Regardless of life being hard, the
company seemed to be in a better place now.
The directors knew that Jacob was serious, so they didn't play any tricks. Even Jonathan, who usually
caused trouble was quiet.
Jacob sat upright. He wanted to walk around his office, but then he thought that it would be pointless,
so he did not move.
He wanted to cheer up, so he stared blankly at the ceiling, not knowing what to do.
All of a sudden, his phone rang.
Jacob looked down and saw that it was a call from Sara.
"Hello, Sara, what's the matter?" Jacob said in a calm tone, trying hard not to let his sadness leak out.
"Where are you, Jacob? Something has happened here." Sara sounded rather anxious, which made
Jacob's heart heavy.
"Calm down, and tell me, is it your dad? Did something happen to him? Are you hurt?" Jacob instantly
felt lively and wrapped his coat tightly.
"No, it's my mom." Sara's voice was much softer. It seemed as though she had calmed down.
"Oh... Didn't your mother marry someone else and leave you when you were a child?" Jacob frowned
at the thought of numerous things that could have happened.
"Yes, and she is back now." Saying that, Sara heaved a sigh. Although it was not very loud, Jacob
heard it clearly.
"Why is she back? What the hell is going on, Sara? Where are you? I am coming to you right now!"
Jacob said seriously as he stood up and cleaned his desk, ready to head out.
"My mother divorced my father, and we haven't been in contact ever since. I tried contacting her, but
never got through. And now, she is back. We are in Third Hospital now, and my father doesn't want to
see her."
As Sara said those words, tears welled up in her eyes. She did not know how to express her feelings.
Since she was her mother, Sara couldn't bring herself to leave her to die.
"What's wrong with your mother, Sara?" Jacob asked, raising an eyebrow. He seemed to have guessed
what could have happened.
"She has cancer and is getting treated at the hospital now. The man she married after divorcing my dad
died a few years ago. She is alone and dying from breast cancer now, so she came to us."
Sara's voice was shaky. Perhaps it was her excitement, or perhaps it was her anger towards her
mother that made it impossible for her to remain calm.
"Don't worry, I'll be right there. Let's talk about it in person," Jacob assured her before he disconnected
the call. It may have taken him years, but he was finally able to comfort her.
Carlos had once said that it was not Sara's mother's fault, but now, it seemed as though he was the
one who treated her like she was guilty.
Because of his hatred towards her, Carlos could not bring himself to see his ex-wife, even though she
had come back to him. Although she was terminally ill, the first people that came to her mind was
Carlos and her daughter.
And Jacob could not stop thinking about it on his way to the hospital. Though it had nothing to do with
him, he recalled Sara's words from before and felt upset.
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