John held the edge of the marriage licenses tightly.
In the past thirty years, there was only one ugly photo of him, and it was attached to his marriage licenses.
What irritated him most was that he looked ugly in the photo while Nina looked beautiful.
He was so angry that he felt his entire body tremble.
"Sir, which photo did you have used? I think your son is upset," Jake whispered to Sam.
"I have only one photo of him," Sam answered loudly, turning around and taking a photo out of a book.
The photo was exactly the same as the one attached to the marriage licenses but larger in size.
When Jake saw it, he instantly understood why John was so angry and speechless.
"Sir, you have another photo of John," Jake commented. 'Why did you choose the ugliest one?' he then thought to himself.
Everyone knew that John cared about his appearance very much. Was Sam playing tricks on his own son?
"Really?" Sam did not remember taking another photo of John.
"Yes. It's in the pocket of one of your jackets. I think it's been t
On second thought, did this mean that John was that determined to win Nina over?
Well, that was good news!
With a bright smile on his face, Sam asked John, "How are you getting along with Nina?"
John gave Sam a disdainful look. It was impossible for him to answer such a question.
With the two marriage licenses in his hand, he turned around and left.
As soon as he was out, he called Brian. "Brian, arrange a check-up for my father right away."
He was worried about his father's health.
Sam had kept John's photo with him for more than ten years. He should have remembered it. However, he did not remember the photo until Jake reminded him. John was afraid that Sam might be starting to lose some of his mental faculties.
John also saw that Sam's hands were trembling earlier while he was holding the photo. He was old but not old enough to lose control of his body. John thought he should see a doctor immediately.
When John was about to head back to North Yard, Dora appeared out of nowhere and dragged him to their house.