Only Rebecca, Benjamin, and Delle didn’t eat dinner because of the same reason: Devon’s death. Delle had a good relationship with Devon, so her conscience didn’t let her eat that night, either.

Delle was taking care of Jacob until Selena entered the room and told her to leave.

Selena closed the door and sat next to Jacob’s bed.

A minute passed silently.

“How are your eyes?” asked Jacob, wearing a poker face.

Selena sucked in a breath through the gap between her teeth. “You must be feeling quite happy inside.”

“She’s your daughter first,” Jacob was able to slightly move his arms and legs now. A good night’s sleep would be enough for him to get up, he thought. “But throwing orange juice in the eyes? Just what did you do to piss her off that much?”

She harrumphed. “You already know everything, yet you ask me like an innocent child.”

“Well, you took her hard-earned money and kept it with you,” Jacob frankly said. “She didn’t do anything at that time because she’s not money-minded, but she