I Quit Being a Stepmother (Cypress Gem) novel Chapter 537

"Tell them, if Sawyer is ever in danger, do whatever it takes to help him," Jackson instructed.

His men nodded. "Yes, Mr. Ortega."

"Mr. Ortega, your tortoise has arrived."

Jackson had a bunch of pets, but they were all the same kind—turtles and tortoises.

He joked that old folks said people started to resemble whatever they looked at most, so he figured if he spent enough time watching long-lived creatures, he would live a long life too.

And since tortoises were loyal, he didn't fear being betrayed. After all, he was just a bachelor with nothing but turtles for company.

If anyone were going to get cheated on, it would be Sawyer, not him.

A man with no love life or marriage really did live the most carefree life!

Still, Jackson worried about Sawyer. The latter had much on his mind yet remained tight-lipped.

He wasn't in the mood to look at his new tortoise anymore. He just wanted to go home.

Jackson had never been the calm, dignified type one would expect from a man who had spent time in the military. He was as restless and impulsive as ever. "Get me a plane! The big one! I'm going home!"

…

In Dalea, Sawyer stayed with Sylvia all night. She had chronic insomnia and frequent dissociation.

She was doing better that night, but maybe it was because she was happy that Sawyer was there.

Then, a private jet landed at the makeshift helipad near the psychiatric hospital. Sawyer was rendered speechless.

Jackson had built the helipad specifically for Sawyer. That way, if anything ever happened, Sawyer could take a private jet and get there right away, even from overseas.

Sawyer battled the wind as he headed for the plane. From a distance, he could see a stylish old man with white hair limping his way.

Although Sawyer was speechless, he still respectfully greeted, "Mr. Ortega."

"Change that address," Jackson said.

Sawyer pressed his lips together and corrected himself. "Jackson."

Pleased, Jackson waved his hand and said, "Let's go see Sylvia!"

Sawyer stepped in. "It's fine, Jackson. Sylvia's used to being here."

"I've never heard of anyone getting used to living in a psychiatric hospital," Jackson complained. "I don't care. I'm the boss. You must listen to me."

He immediately signaled his bodyguards to help Sylvia move out temporarily and stay at his private home for a while.

…

When they arrived at Jackson's place, Sylvia followed Jackson like a student on a school tour. He stopped in front of a large room and introduced it to her with complete seriousness.

"Come here when you feel like you're about to have an episode. The room is padded. You can bang your head all you want. The windows are secured, too. You can't open them without the passcode."

Sylvia looked around in a daze.

Jackson continued enthusiastically, "If you want to attack someone, there are slingshots, bungee straps, foam pillows, measuring tapes, and other things. Use whatever you need. There's a doctor in the room next door. Don't worry. You won't die here."

Sylvia stared, puzzled.

Part of her wondered whether she should be grateful. But she was mentally ill! Did this seem appropriate coming from a billionaire?