Firenze gave him a room not far from her office, on the same floor. Jacob lay down, his body suddenly feeling tired. His mind and heart were exhausted from the many testimonies and confessions in such proximity."Get some rest, Mr. Wyatt. I'll be waiting out front," Ten said, to which Jacob nodded. A large room with one bedroom complete with a closet, a living room with a television, an en suite bathroom and a mini bar was like a hotel room. Ten sat on the sofa in the living room, playing with his cell phone to unwind. Jacob sat on the edge of the bed, reading his mother's writings that made him miss her. Jacob shed tears without sobbing as he read each page.He did not expect that his mother had planned everything so coherently. She outlined various predictions and solutions if what she feared went wrong. Jacob couldn't hide his admiration for his mother's cleverness, who was not as cunning as Samantha said. In fact, at the end of the red book, there was a red envelope with Minerva
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