Old Jack drank the bottle of red wine, becoming quieter the more he drank, his eyes growing redder.
Adrian Desmond watched Old Jack's tearful expression, sighed, and said, "Instead of drinking here in sorrow, why not go seek revenge on Night Owl?"
Old Jack said, "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Ever since Laura was lost, Jack had quit drinking; this was his first time breaking his vow in years.
The wine was sweet, but it tasted bitter in his mouth; if not for the persistent thought of retrieving Laura, he would have given up on life long ago.
His son resented him till his dying breath.
If the son knew what happened to Laura, it would not just be resentment but hatred.
Since learning about Laura's situation, Jack's illness had worsened; he didn't know how much longer he could hold on.
That's why he came to Adrian Desmond.
"You should look for Abraham, Mike Landon, Frank Kim..." Adrian Desmond said.
"Are you not planning to take action against Death Island?"
