There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
After a while, Tristan Hawthorne cleared his throat and said, "Buddy, checking the schedule is nothing, but what if she’s not Evelyn Clayton?"
"Do you think she’s not?" Jas Grant’s tone was calm, "Then why were you so eager to tell ?"
Tristan Hawthorne choked a little.
After a long pause, Tristan Hawthorne smiled wryly, "Okay, I admit I’m also having doubts. But I still want to say, what if she’s not? Then you’d be making the trip in vain. Is it worth it?"
Jas Grant replied without hesitation, lightly saying, "As long as I can find her, even if it ans going to my death, it is worth it."
Tristan Hawthorne felt an indescribable frustration, "And if she is her but has already forgotten you, or doesn’t want to see you?"
Jas Grant felt a pervasive pain in his heart.
After a long ti, he said in a deep voice, "As long as I can see her, living well, happy and joyful, it doesn’t matter if she doesn’t rember . If she doesn’t want to see ... it’s okay, I just want to see her face once."
Honestly, up to now, Jas Grant didn’t even know how, if he were fortunate enough to find Evelyn Clayton one day, he would say a word to her or how he would et her.
But the longing had turned into substance, becoming a knife that tornts the heart, repeatedly cutting Jas Grant for many years. He knew he was beyond saving but still wanted to see the only cure for him.
Even if it’s just to see her from afar, he thinks it’s worth it.
Finally, Tristan Hawthorne murmured softly like a slipper, "Give so ti, I’ll get her itinerary for you. But Jas, this ti, don’t do anything stupid again."
After hanging up the phone, Jas Grant was dazed for a long ti, joy and apprehension swirling in his heart, indescribably complex.
He looked at his phone, opened the contact list, and found Yara Reagan’s contact information.
After hesitating for a long ti, Jas Grant dialed from another number.
These years, he had never proactively contacted Yara Reagan, always through Quentin Hale. This was the first ti he called her personally.
Yara Reagan didn’t know this number, so she answered quickly.
"Hello, who is this?"
Yara Reagan’s voice was cold and indifferent, with the detached authority of soone in a higher position.
Jas Grant suddenly felt a little dizzy, as if everyone had changed over the years, except he was left behind in painful mories, stuck in place.
His Adam’s apple moved, and Jas Grant spoke hoarsely, "Yara, it’s ."
A silence lasted for three seconds before the disconnected tone ca abruptly.
This did not surprise Jas Grant; he persistently dialed again.
"Hello, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."
The chanical cold female voice ca through, and a bitter smile flashed in Jas Grant’s eyes.
So it was.
He did not insist on calling again, but sent a ssage instead.
Jas Grant forwarded a screenshot of the passport to Yara Reagan, without any words, just the picture.
He thought, Yara Reagan would definitely see it.
Once she saw it, she surely wouldn’t remain indifferent.
Jas Grant waited for her to contact him.
Even if she didn’t, it didn’t matter; he had already decided to find Evelyn Clayton.
Putting away the phone, Jas Grant did not go back to the kitchen.
The hunger had long gone; Jas Grant drank a lukewarm cup of coffee and returned to the bedroom.
Looking at the painting on the bedroom wall, Jas Grant’s eyes were filled with determination and tenderness.
This ti, he wouldn’t let her feel any sorrow.
He would protect her, so she would no longer suffer any harm.
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