His eyes held a quiet desperation.
"Otherwise… I'll never find peace."
The younger Jade took a shaky breath, his chest rising and falling unevenly before he slowly nodded.
.......
When Jade opened his eyes again...
Everything was normal.
Or at least… it appeared that way.
Their current place...bought with Frank's wealth...was quiet, almost peaceful.
Jade had been living here for a while now.
Frank often found himself staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
But over time, the heaviness inside him began to fade.
He started searching for something new.
Something grounding. Recently, he had taken up pottery.
One by one, he began creating small pieces, each one slightly better than the last.
Meanwhile, General Frank's wife had also found her own rhythm.
She had taken to knitting, a passion she wanted to follow during her childhood, but never got the chance to.
Eventually, she even set up a small stall in the market, displaying her creations with quiet pride.
