To some extent, Jacob had spent most of his childhood with only his loving mother. His father, Michael, had been busy with their company, leaving him no time to bond or care for his son. And yet, Jacob had always respected him. But it was this kind of respect that made him feel far from his father.
From time to time, he could only admire him from a distance. Whenever he wanted to have a good talk with him, the latter would always be busy. For his younger self, it was like his father's life only circled around his company.
But now, he had unknowingly become like him. Massaging his temples, Jacob lowered his head and tried hard to reminisce the past. And somehow, he remembered something that he had forgotten before.
In fact, maybe he had never forgotten them, but he just had never mentioned them either. Initially, Jacob didn't want to take over the company, afraid that he would turn out like his father––a workaholic.
At that time, he just wanted to change and escape, so he was confident that he would be different.
But now, he realized that he and his father were very much alike. Jacob had never blamed his father for anything. Yet, he harbored an indescribable feeling towards his father. Perhaps it was animosity as a result of their distant relationship, but it was hard to tell.
He just knew that there was this fishbone stuck in his throat, stopping him from speaking out. Since he couldn't outrightly say it, Jacob thought it was not necessary anymore. But now, it was too late for him to say it all out.
Jacob felt a tinge of pain in his head. Brushing his hair with his fingers, he looked very pale and weak. It took quite some time for him to calm down. The past was already behind, but it definitely still had an immense impact on him.
From the beginning till now, he had always followed his father's example. And even if he didn't want to, he had to admit to it. That was how he felt about his father, the person who laid the groundwork to become who he was right now.
Jacob took a deep breath. His hands were still very cold.
Had James also reminded Michael of this before? Maybe he hadn't. But the former must have experienced such a thing, and he was afraid of meeting it again.
Suddenly, a knock resounded on the door. Jacob immediately raised his head and saw Cindy standing by the entrance with an anxious face.
"Come in," he invited.
When Cindy stepped foot inside, she couldn't wait to tell Jacob, "Mr. Jacob, something happened!"
Jacob reached out and pinched his nose, obviously not looking so well. And seeing this, Cindy immediately regretted what she had just said. But since the cat was already out of the bag, there was no choice now but to continue.
"What's wrong?" Jacob kept silent for about five seconds before he raised his head and asked.
Cindy was stunned for a second and carefully observed his expression.
Then, slowly, she answered, "Mr. Jacob, you have a call from Miss Alice. She said she has something important to tell you." And after saying this, an unsure smile etched on her beautiful face. If Jacob was a little unhappy, Cindy would regret what she had said this time.
However, to her surprise, there was no hint of fury on his face. Instead, he looked at her in a daze as if he was in deep thought.
'Alice.' The name flashed through Jacob's mind. His life had been so peaceful recently that he had forgotten about this woman.
But now, he realized what he did to her, how inappropriate it was to send Alice abroad. Jacob's heart softened, feeling sorry for her.
She must have been through a lot––living in a foreign land all by herself.
"Tell me, what did she say? Does she want to go back?" Jacob settled his hand on his lap and gave Cindy a stern look, asking abruptly.
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