"Tell them, if Sawyer is ever in danger, do whatever it takes to help him," Jackson instructed.
His men nodded. "Yes, Mr. Ortega."
"Mr. Ortega, your tortoise has arrived."
Jackson had a bunch of pets, but they were all the same kind—turtles and tortoises.
He joked that old folks said people started to resemble whatever they looked at most, so he figured if he spent enough time watching long-lived creatures, he would live a long life too.
And since tortoises were loyal, he didn't fear being betrayed. After all, he was just a bachelor with nothing but turtles for company.
If anyone were going to get cheated on, it would be Sawyer, not him.
A man with no love life or marriage really did live the most carefree life!
Still, Jackson worried about Sawyer. The latter had much on his mind yet remained tight-lipped.
He wasn't in the mood to look at his new tortoise anymore. He just wanted to go home.
Jackson had never been the calm, dignified type one would expect from a man who had spent time in the military. He was as restless and impulsive as ever. "Get me a plane! The big one! I'm going home!"
…
In Dalea, Sawyer stayed with Sylvia all night. She had chronic insomnia and frequent dissociation.
She was doing better that night, but maybe it was because she was happy that Sawyer was there.
Then, a private jet landed at the makeshift helipad near the psychiatric hospital. Sawyer was rendered speechless.
Jackson had built the helipad specifically for Sawyer. That way, if anything ever happened, Sawyer could take a private jet and get there right away, even from overseas.
Sawyer battled the wind as he headed for the plane. From a distance, he could see a stylish old man with white hair limping his way.
Although Sawyer was speechless, he still respectfully greeted, "Mr. Ortega."
"Change that address," Jackson said.
Sawyer pressed his lips together and corrected himself. "Jackson."
Pleased, Jackson waved his hand and said, "Let's go see Sylvia!"

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