Chapter 122

• Jarrett Jacobs at sixty-seven years old and recovering from his third massive heart attack-was an inch from death, but it was an inch he clung to with the same ferocity with which he'd ruled Jacob’s enterprise for the past thirty-four years.
• It wasn't love that brought his entire family rushing to his bedside. When his estranged wife, three sons legitimate, one illegitimate and, yes, even his former daughter-in-law dropped everything at his beck and call, it was not out of devotion but rather sheer disbelief that the man who had launched a financial empire and sculpted their own lives might turn out to be a mere mortal like the rest of them.
• A year before, when his health had taken such a drastic turn for the worse, the first-floor study of his house had been converted into a mini hospital room. Jacob’s favourite possessions in the room had been removed, along with the leather wingback chairs and other furniture which made it look stuffy.