"I knew that she wouldn't give up easily when I saw her gaze. Now tell me, what was it that you hadn't finished saying?" Jacob asked.
"My father often went to Southern Mountain Temple. There was an old monk there who seemed to be very familiar to him. Every time he went there, he would bring some oblations as if he was worshipping someone, but he never allowed me and my mother to follow him. Every time he went there, he would stay for the whole day and return at night," Jessa said.
"How many times a year?"
"He used to go there once a month," she replied.
"Okay, I know." Jacob nodded. "I will go to Southern Mountain Temple to have a look. It would be best if you stayed here. My people will protect you twenty-four hours a day."
"Y-You don't intend to call the police?" Jessa
