Chapter 505 Agreeing to Save Jessica
"Jack, my son, you're finally back."
"Come a little closer, let me take a good look at you."
Seeing the police officers standing around, Jack felt a bit embarrassed.
But Patricia couldn't care less and shouted excitedly, "Jack, don't mind them, come a little closer."
Jack moved forward a bit, and Patricia reached out, straining to touch his cheek.
Her hand gently landed on Jack's face, her expression full of heartache.
"You've lost a lot of weight, and your skin has become rough. Have you not been eating well or sleeping well lately?"
Jack didn't speak, but Patricia silently wiped away her tears.
"Jack, do you hate me? I shouldn't have instilled thoughts of revenge in you since you were young, nor should I have called you back from abroad to deal with these troubles."
"These days, I often think that if we hadn't come back, maybe everything would be different. You would have forgotten the past, met a girl you love, gotten married, and had children. I would already be holding my grandchild."
"I'm sorry, Jack. It's been my fault all these years. I didn't consider your feelings. My obsession has harmed you."
"I'm sorry."
Patricia said, tears streaming down her face.
Jack, however, felt an unusual calm inside.
He even wondered if he was too heartless.
His father and his mother, on the same day, took turns apologizing to him, repenting to him.
This was once the scene he most looked forward to.
However, when it all happened, he found himself surprisingly calm, with no emotional waves and not a trace of accomplishment.
Maybe all these years, what he wanted was never repentance or apologies.
But to be cared for, to be needed, to be cherished.
But such feelings, he would never have in his lifetime.
Fatherly love, motherly love, romantic love; all those beautiful things seemed destined to remain just out of reach for him.
"Mom, don't worry, I will get you out. That's the main reason I came back this time."
As soon as Jack finished speaking, Patricia immediately shook her head vigorously, "No, Jack, I'm fine here."
"This is all my doing. I made a mistake. It was my fault, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
"I committed the crime, and I am willing to bear all the consequences, so you don't need to plead for me."
"After my sentence is pronounced, you should leave here and never come back."
Jack was taken aback by Patricia's words.
In the past, Patricia would have desperately wanted to get out.
She might even have continued to seek revenge on the Walton family.
But this time, unexpectedly, she was willing to let everything go.
"Mom, did something happen to you?" Jack asked.
Patricia shook her head vigorously, "No, it's just that after all this, I came to understand that some things simply don't belong to us. No matter how hard we try, they'll never really be ours."
"All these years, I've made you suffer. You've been living for me. From now on, you should live for yourself."
"Promise me, don't plead for me. I turned myself in voluntarily."
As he left, Jack looked back at Patricia several times.
He thought, 'Patricia probably didn't know that Carolyn had come, nor did she know how much Carolyn had sacrificed to save her, setting up such an elaborate plan.'
Otherwise, Patricia might change her mind.
Watching Jack's departing figure, Patricia covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face.
"Jack."
She called out softly, in a voice only she could hear.
She clenched her hands, trying to suppress the urge in her heart, afraid that she might rush over regardless.
"Jack."
However, no matter how much she tried to suppress it, at the moment when Jack's figure was about to disappear, she couldn't help but shout.
"Jack, take good care of yourself when I'm not around."
"Don't come back, leave here, the farther, the better."
Jack turned back, just looking at her with reluctance, saying nothing.
Patricia's hand grasped helplessly in the air, then fell.
When Vincent received Jack's call, he was surprised.
"Mr. Lucas, are you available? Let me treat you a cup of coffee."
"Address."
Vincent quickly arrived.
When he got there, Jack had already arrived and even ordered the coffee.
"Didn't expect Mr. Lucas, such a busy man, to be so punctual for an appointment," Jack teased.
"You must have more than just coffee to discuss. Just say what you want to say."
"As expected of Mr. Lucas, always so smart. If I'm not mistaken, you've been looking for evidence that Jessica didn't hurt anyone. But you and I both know that as long as my grandmother keeps saying it was Jessica who hurt her, in a situation where only my grandmother and Jessica were present, this case is hard to overturn unless my grandmother changes her statement."
"It seems Mr. Smith is indeed very efficient. Even though you just got back, you already know everything. But I'm curious about your purpose in meeting me today," Vincent said straightforwardly.
Vincent didn't want to waste time and just get straight to the point.
Jack folded his hands on the wooden table, his thin lips clearly articulating each word.
"I can help you. I can get my grandmother to change her statement and get Jessica out."
Vincent was visibly stunned by his words.
Vincent had considered countless possibilities, but he had never thought of this one.
Vincent had never expected Jack to come forward and offer to help.
Vincent's face returned to its usual calm, and his steady voice sounded, "Are you willing?"
"Aren't you going to ask what my conditions are?"
"Of course, you can state your conditions."
Jack smiled, his voice cold, "My condition is simple: don't tell anyone that I helped. Just pretend you found the evidence to get Jessica out. Don't let Jessica know, especially don't let Jonah know."
"Why?"
He probably shouldn't ask, but with such a big favor hanging over him, Vincent felt he had to find out.
"Does it matter? The most important thing is that Jessica and her baby are safe. Everything else doesn't matter."
"Wait for the news within the next few days."
After saying that, Jack got up and left.
Watching Jack's back, Vincent was a bit dazed, his thoughts drifting far away.
After Jack left, Vincent had no intention of staying either.
As Vincent stood up, a waiter suddenly approached, "Sir, the gentleman who was sitting across from you just now, he dropped something. Can you help return it to him?"
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