Jas Black didn’t say anything, but his gaze stayed fixed on Jane Sampson. Her tone left no room for negotiation, so she had already set the ti to go.
She knew he would be free on the eighth lunar day.
"Why are you staring at with that gaze? Drive us ho already." Jane Sampson urged. The car had heating, and after being inside for a little while, she felt her body warming up. She withdrew her hand from Jas Black’s and blew on it twice for warmth.
Since childhood, her health hadn’t been great. In the winter, her hands and feet would always turn icy cold.
At night, when they slept, Jane Sampson’s favorite thing to do was place her cold hands on Jas Black’s belly for warmth, with her feet pressed against his lower legs. The warmth was beyond comforting.
Sotis she’d make Jas Black shiver and inhale sharply from the cold, only for her to laugh heartily all by herself.
Jas Black still didn’t rush to drive off but suddenly said, "Rachel Miller wouldn’t have told you she hopes I’ll et the Miller family, would she?"
"Eh? How did you know?" Jane Sampson was startled. It was true—Rachel Miller wanted Jas Black to visit his elder brother’s grave, forgive him, and convey to Father Miller that he bore no resentnt. Essentially, it ant eting the Miller family.
"He probably ntioned that his father is ill and hopes you can persuade to et him to fulfill his last wish?" Jas Black pressed further.
"How do you know everything?" Jane Sampson was stunned. "Rachel Miller said they’ve kept the news of his father’s illness hidden from the outside world, afraid that it might cause instability within the company’s managent."
"There’s nothing I don’t know if I want to know." Jas Black let out a sarcastic laugh. "The Miller family thinks they’re good at hiding things, but their secrets can only be kept from people who lack connections."
"Did he also tell you about the Miller family’s hereditary disease?" Jas Black chuckled lightly. "Seems like he’s shared quite a lot with you."
Jane Sampson scratched her head. She hadn’t said a single word, and yet Jas Black had guessed everything.
"Since you already know, let’s finalize the plan for the eighth lunar day," Jane Sampson said. "Rachel said he doesn’t know when it’ll be his turn. Judging from the way he spoke, he must’ve inherited this illness too."
Rachel Miller’s two brothers—they both inherited this hereditary disease. Naturally, Jane Sampson couldn’t help but worry about Jas Black.
"The Miller family’s hereditary disease has a 70% chance of being passed down to the next generation. Among that 70%, 50% will actually manifest symptoms. The age of onset varies; so develop it as young children, while others don’t show symptoms until old age," Jas Black explained. "As for , I happen to fall into the fortunate 30%."
"When I was born, I underwent tests that didn’t detect this disease basis. Later, after my grandfather brought back, he took to the most authoritative hospital in Capital Province for testing as well. The results were the sa as when I was a child—I don’t carry this disease basis in my body. I’m healthy."
At this point, Jas Black glanced at Jane Sampson, whose face was glowing with joy, and softly chuckled under his breath, "Happy now?"
"So happy!" Jane Sampson hugged Jas Black tightly and planted a kiss on his cheek, her entire face lighting up like a blooming flower.
It wasn’t just happiness—more than that, it was relief.
She had finally found Jas Black, and her heart just wished for him to always remain healthy and well.
Just like the New Year’s wish she had made that day, hoping that he would live this lifeti peacefully, smoothly, and without worry.
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