Once Latrell and Harrison walked out, all they saw was Jacob standing at the entrance.
He was covered with dirt and blood. "Jacob, you're injured." With a look of shock, Harrison quickly rushed up to check Jacob's wounds.
Jacob, however, only broke into a casual smile. "It's just a small wound."
"Mr. Sullen, I have some Gold-Infused Antibiotic and tonic pills. I'll get someone to bring them right away!" Latrell uttered respectfully to Jacob as he approached the latter as well.
"There's no need for that, Old Mr. Dean. It's all minor injuries. It'll heal soon," Jacob replied thankfully.
Latrell breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed Jacob's tone. He quickly moved to the side and gestured for Jacob to enter the residence. "Please come in, Mr. Sullen."
Jacob did just that. After he sat down, Latrell even poured a cup of coffee for him.