“Do you understand the significance of this, son?” Gilbert Dankworth squeezed Cal’s shoulder, looking at him.
Cal smiled sadly, nodding.
His own biological father never called him that, it was always boy, my boy.
“I do.”
“So will you start considering it for real?” his uncle asked. The enthusiasm in his voice made Cal sad.
“I will,” Cal said carefully.
Although he was still not sold on the idea, maybe it was fate after all. If he stopped being a professor, he had to do something else.
He would have preferred to continue doing something in the arts.
But all his life, he had lived for himself. Maybe it was time he did something selfless for a change, serve his nation and protect the low-income earners whose lives were about to go to shii, and they were not even aware.
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