Pennsylvania.
"Won't you see him?" the servant asked after a while of silence.
Harry Walter's handsome brows raised when he heard the question. "'him'?" he asked.
"Mr. Jackson." The servant reverently bowed as he answered, avoiding Harry Walter's reaction.
However, Harry Walter's face remained blank. "Jackson Jackson… that double Jackson?" he asked. He didn't wait for the servant to answer since he spoke again. "He's a Chinese, right? Such a ridiculous naming sense." he muttered as his brows knitted. "That pesky doctor. Why should I bother myself with his little life?" he asked as he turned to the servant.
