Who is Jess?”
Hearing his father’s question, Jake was dumbfounded. “Didn’t you asked some people to follow Jess? Who else but you would do that?”
Mr. Maserati’s heart stung and he felt a little hurt, but he didn’t let it show the slightest. He just sat upright and said, “I didn’t. I don’t know who Jess is. Perhaps you can tell me, who is he?”
Jake tightly pressed his lips together; he had walked right into a trap. “Is that so?”
“Why do you think I would do something like that? Look for someone to follow someone you know? Although I’m not clear on who that person is… But I never thought that I was such a person in your heart. You’ve distanced yourself from me again in recent months. I don’t know what I did wrong. Before, you even learned to properly say ‘thank you, dad’…”
Jake became
