Chapter 140. A God

Jack can tell that something dreadful must have happened to get his expert assassin this emotional. For a man in his forties who has worked for him for as long as ten years or more, this is the first time he is seeing tears in the expert’s eyes. The first time he is watching the expert cry. The sight pricks his eyes.

When the spouse of the expert died years ago, Jack is so certain he didn’t see a single tear in his eyes—like, the man never cried even when he was called out to give her his farewell speech on her send off but right now this same strong burly man who has never shed a tear for over ten years is crying aggrievedly before him.

The expert’s lack of tears during his wife’s death and send-off can’t be accounted for as a lack of love because everyone knows he loved his wife. Still do. It was there for all to see.

Perhaps he never cried because his wall wasn’t precisely pushed and his ego wasn’t trampled upon the way Lucien just did.

Jack can’t help but