The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 1781

Chapter 1781 

It wasn’t until Larry encountered trouble that Shawn had to face reality. 

He had planned to reach out to Jacob, but Jacob was totally MIA. 

Calls went to voicemail, and messages were left unread! 

When Shawn finally got hold of Jacob’s assistant, all he got was, “Maybe you should try Mr. and Mrs. Silverman, they might be your last hope. There’s no point in seeking out President Strand, he’s not himself anymore” 

The old Jacob was a charmer, the life of the party. 

He rarely blew his top, he seldom showed dissatisfaction in public 

But now, he was like a man frozen in time, silence being his new normal. 

His downtime was no longer spent socializing. 

He would just stay in the apartment he once shared with Erica, staring out the window in a daze. 

The only thing that seemed to bring him back to life was a golden-shaded cat he got after being discharged from the hospital. 

The assistant knew that cat was something Miss Erica had wanted. 

He even witnessed how Miss Erica had an argument with President Strand because he didn’t agree to buy a cat, something he had personally seen. Now, Erica no longer needed Jacob, but Jacob went ahead and got the cat. 

The assistant felt a pang of regret. 

Rosalynn arrived in H City around the 4 in the morning, she didn’t go anywhere else but straight to Jacob’s place, contacting his assistant on the way “Maybe I should call President Strand?” The assistant hesitated by the door. 

Rosalynn waved him off and punched in the code. A code she got from Erica. 

After two crisp beeps, the machine voice chimed in, “Welcome home.” 

The assistant became nervous. 

“This has nothing to do with you, I let myself in,” Rosalynn chuckled, “You’ve been working hard, take the day off.” 

“But President Strand…… 

“Don’t worry, if there’s trouble, you can come work for me!” Rosalynn quipped. 

The assistant quickly nodded in excitement. 

Jacob’s assistant was a hard worker. Rosalynn’s intentions were clear, she made no bones about it. 

Jacob’s sleep now relied on three sleeping pills a night. 

It was a drug-dependent sleep. 

Every time he woke up, he seemed a bit out of it 

He lay in bed, counted to three, then looked over to the other side. 

There was only the kitten on the pillow, not the person he wanted to see.