Jacob's pov
I raised my hand, held Flora's hand tightly, and watched her cry. I felt worse than anyone else.
I know very well in my heart that Cheney will not look back.
But, let me this father, watching his daughter so painful, I can't do it.
I patted Flora on the back. "Flora, believe dad, dad will let the young master come back to you, and dad will do it."
It's time to do something, tomorrow, just tomorrow.
The next afternoon, I hurried back to the Fischer's mansion from outside and into the Plum Court.
I came to the door of Baldwin's study, knocked on the door, and walked in with a dignified face.
"Father, I have a very important thing to report to you."
Baldwin, who is studying the chess score, puts down the chess pieces and "Go ahead."
I hesitated before pulling out a paternity test and giving it to him. "I'm afraid I can't say anything about this, Father. It's best if you see it for yourself."