"I don't need your blessing, my wife and I will be happy." Jake replied indifferently.
Miguel smiled, "Okay, okay, I'm the one who's talking too much, so okay, enough for now, I still have some paperwork to complete, so I'll hang up now."
Jake said okay.
Miguel hung up the phone.
Jake looked at the screen that had jumped back to the main menu and dropped his phone back onto his desk with a bemused expression, not much affected by Miguel’s departure.
Everyone has their own life. Miguel's choice to become a travelling doctor and accumulate virtue for Jamila is his own choice; he does not advice and will not stop it.
So from now on, his friendship with Miguel ended here, too, for good.
Jake then rubbed his brow, stood up and walked towards the balcony.
Coming out onto the balcony, he took a box of cigarettes out of his pocket, shook one out and lit it up, and smoked it slowly.
Miguel's farewell was not something that concerned him.
What he really cares about is still Tyron.