Claire pursed her lips, grumbling, "Like you said, I won't tell Mom for the sake of peace. But you know very well that you shouldn't do that ever again!"

Jacob nodded repeatedly as he promised. "Don't worry—I'll never do it again."

As he finished, his phone rang on the table, and he looked down to see that it was Zacahary.

"That's weird," he murmured in surprise. "He's been hiding from me for the longest time, but he's calling me now?"

Charlie was surprised too.

After Zachary left Antique Street and started helping Don Albert's more unsavory business, he shouldn't have any reason to contact Jacob.

So, why call him now?

Jacob was confused too, but he ultimately answered the call.

On the other end of the call, Zachary greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Wilson? It's me—Zachary. Do you still remember me?"

"Nonsense," Jacob snorted. "Why wouldn't I remember you after we've spoken so many times? I also couldn't reach out to you when I had all that good stuff before, but you're contactin