My eyes are leaking as I see what he looks like right now. 

This elderly man, who was previously quiet, is suddenly gushing about his daughter. 

In the film that Uncle Quincy had shown me, I remembered my father's last desperate figure.

Thinking of the compromise my father made for me.

I thought of the Cross River Bridge, and my father jumped.

Dad's mood at that time should be no different from Jacob's at the moment.

The only difference is that my father at that time didn't find a lifeline.

And Jacob... he found it.

In Jacob's eyes, I am the only one who can save Flora.

"Uncle Jacob." I...