Chapter 557 Picking Up His Son (Part One)


    Having walked out of the bar, Bobby paused briefly. He squinted at the gate entrance to the bar,


    thinking momentarily before heading straight to his car. ''Can Jackson really live a simple and peaceful


    life as he wishes?'' he thought. Only time would tell.


    Climbing into his car, he started the engine and took off.


    Bobby made a phone call as he drove.


    "How is it going? What did Jackson say?" Eric asked, his anxious voice reaching Bobby''s ear clearly.


    "3 p.m. tomorrow afternoon at the April Teahouse. Mr. Jackson has ordered the private room," Bobby


    replied efficiently.


    Bobby winced as he heard Eric''s weirdughter cause a touch of static in the receiver. "Well done! It


    seems that brat hasn''t forgotten Jonson and me. I thought he might only care for his wife and son now,"


    Eric quipped proudly.


    "I see, Mr. Eric. I''ll inform Mr. Jonson, too," said Bobby curtly. Actually, he didn''t want to get between


    Jackson and them, actually. He saw Jackson''s face as they spoke and he didn''t seem willing to meet


    Eric and Jonson, only acquiescing to do so because he had no other choice.


    "No need. I will inform him myself," Eric replied delightedly.


    "Okay," Bobby responded.


    Back at the bar, Jackson had been working on keeping his expression and his inner turmoil of feelings


    calm. Now he was going to pick up his son and go home to be with his wife.


    Returning to the wedding hotel, the only person in sight was Jacob, so Jackson approached him.


    In the hall, the cheerful wedding atmosphere had already dissipated and the hall had been rearranged


    back to the way it was before the wedding.


    "Jacob," Jackson greeted him with a nod.


    Jackson''s voice alerting him to the other man''s presence, Jacob wore apanion smile and patted


    Jackson''s shoulder. "Are you here to pick up Joe?" Jacob asked. "He''s upstairs with his grandmother.


    Let''s go see them together!"


    "Okay," Jackson agreed.


    Walking together towards the stairs, they chatted in a friendly way.


    "Jackson, I know you''re home a lot with Cherry these days, but how is that bar of yours going? A bar is


    aplex type of business to run, and I know the entertainment industry is chaotic and not easy to


    manage. You must have lots to do, right?" Jacob asked, a touch of worry wobbling his voice. Though


    he hadn''t heard any bad news about the younger man''s bar, he still worried. After all, Jacob knew that


    what Jackson run was not a simplepany.


    "Please don''t worry about me. I''ve handled everything to do with the bar well. Nothing will happen that I


    can''t handle easily," Jackson replied casually. He didn''t want Jacob to worry.


    "That''s great!" Jacob eximed. "I still want to remind you to pay more attention to that bar of yours. If


    you don''t have much time to take care of Cherry cause of your bar, you can always rely on me and


    Elsa. We can take good care of Cherry and Joe."


    "Thank you very much! But it''s fine. I can always spare time to look after my dear family," Jackson told


    him politely. It had never urred to him to consider asking Jacob and Elsa to look after Cherry and


    Joe in his ce sometimes. He always felt it was his obligation as their husband and father.


    "No, don''t you say thanks to your family members now. Just call us if you''re too busy and feel


    overwhelmed, understand?" Jacob urged him.


    "Okay, I will," Jackson relented.


    Once they arrived at the right hotel room, they found Joe ying online games with his grandmother.


    "Grandma! I won! You lose, I won!" Joe announced proudly.


    "Oh, dear, you''re very awesome! My great and wonderful grandson," Elsa enthused happily, watching


    her adorable grandson. Joe was bing quicker than her, especially now that she was slower to


    react these days. Joe was always so quick-minded when they yed, like he was thinking ahead as


    easily as breathing came. No wonder he would always win!


    "Grandma, I''m an expert at ying games! I''m very good at it. Do you know how much I''ve practised to


    reach such a powerful level?" Joe shouted triumphantly, unting his performance. Elsa smiled


    dotingly, her darling grandson did look just like a proud and mighty king with his arms on his hips like


    that!


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    "I know my grandson is wonderful, you don''t need to tell me that twice! It''s good to y games


    asionally, but remember not to spend too much time and energy on it, understand?" Elsa reminded


    Joe, gently stroking his head.


    "I know, Grandma. My Mommy has told me this already. Don''t worry, I am a boy who knows my limit


    with games," Joe told her lovingly.


    As they were talking, they saw Jackson and Jacob enter.


    "Grandpa, Daddy, why did youe in together?" Joe asked curiously. But his curiosity was


    overpowered by his joy at seeing Jackson, so Joe gleefully ran to his Daddy.


    Jackson squatted and stretched his arms, like a habit, as he saw little Joe run to him. Joe happily


    cuddled into his Daddy''s arms. They were so excited to see each other that Jackson lifted Joe off the


    ground and spun him.


    "Why shouldn''t wee in together?" Jackson pretended to ask Joe.


    Joe pondered for a while, wearing a cute pout. He stretched out his fingers, using them to assist his


    thinking. "As I understand it, Daddy came from home and Grandpa was downstairs handling affairs," he


    analysed. "They didn''te from the same ce, so how could theye together?"


    "My silly boy, couldn''t we have run into each other downstairs?" Jacob replied, a doting smile adorning


    his face too. He didn''t like seeing his grandson confused and didn''t want him to be confused any


    longer.