Vincent turned to Jack and said, "You must be Jack. Whenever your mother calls me now, every conversation eventually comes back to you."
For the first time, there was a hint of softness in his eyes—the kind a grandfather might show his grandson.
Jack met his gaze with a polite smile. "That's me."
Since Vincent had greeted him with warmth, Jack returned it with courtesy.
Emily quickly nudged him forward. "Jack, greet your grandfather."
Vincent looked at Jack, eyes filled with quiet expectation. However, Jack simply stood there, looking at the old man in silence. He didn't intend to greet Jack.
Perhaps one day, when he was ready, Jack would call this man "Grandpa". But that was not today.
Vincent's expression darkened slightly. He let out a sigh and said, "It's alright. He'll call me when he's ready. Jack, you've grown into a fine young man, taller and stronger than the others. It's a shame I wasn't there to watch you grow every year. You must've been through a lot these past years, haven't you?"
Jack shook his head. "Thank you for your concern. I've been well."
"Oh, even if you had suffered, you wouldn't admit it."
Vincent blinked a few times, and for a moment, there was a shimmer in his eyes. He had heard from Quintis that Jack had grown up in a rougher part of town. How could a child live well growing up in a place like that?
It was ultimately his parents fault for making him suffer.
Norman interrupted, "Jack, your grandfather often looks at your childhood photos. He always says he remembers how chubby you were before you left. He never imagined you'd grow up to be so tall and handsome."
But Jack's expression didn't change. He gave no response, and the silence that followed was slightly awkward.
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