Jas Black stood at the doorway for nearly a minute before turning back to look in the direction of the bed in the room. As he turned his head, he t Jane Sampson’s anxious gaze, and Jas Black stepped back towards her.
"Wait a mont." Jas Black thought Jane Sampson was starving. "I’ll go downstairs to handle sothing, and I’ll be right back."
Jas Black was afraid that the mute aunt would add sleeping pills to Jane Sampson’s water again. Taking too much of this dicine can also harm the body.
Jane Sampson didn’t quite want Jas Black to leave the room and out of her sight, but she was afraid Jas Black would notice her inner panic and didn’t want to beco a burden that would make him leave. So, she lowered her gaze and murmured softly, forcing herself not to look at Jas Black.
Even when Jas Black bent down to kiss the corner of her lips, she didn’t look up at him. It wasn’t until she could no longer hear Jas Black’s footsteps that her eyes shifted towards the doorway, as if waiting for sothing, expecting Jas Black’s figure to return to her sight.
When Jas Black went downstairs, the mute aunt was just about to drop sleeping pills into the water.
Jas Black was unsure if the water already had any, so he walked over, took a clean cup from the cabinet, rinsed it once, and poured water himself.
The mute aunt gestured animatedly, trying to communicate with Jas Black about the dicine she held.
Jas Black’s expression remained serene as he replied, "No need. Even if you have a whip behind her now, she has no strength to run."
Jas Black instructed, "Cook so light porridge. Don’t add all these unnecessary things, just put so vegetables. Once it’s ready, bring it up to ."
The mute aunt glanced at Jas Black, hesitated for a few seconds, and thought for a mont, probably agreeing that what Jas Black said made sense.
Thinking about the young girl upstairs who had been given dication for several days and hadn’t eaten properly for days, and had lost a lot of blood, the mute aunt also believed that within a day or two, even without dication, she most likely didn’t have the strength to escape.
Jas Black carried the water cup upstairs, and from the mont Jane Sampson heard his footsteps, a hint of joy she hadn’t realized painted her eyes. When he walked through the door towards her, Jane Sampson’s smile beca even harder to hide.
"That thirsty?" Jas Black sat next to her, placed the cup on the bedhead cabinet beside them, then helped Jane Sampson sit up before picking the cup again and placing the straw at her lips so she could drink without lifting her hand.
Jane Sampson was truly thirsty, and the water Jas Black poured was just the right temperature. She gulped the entire cup down in one go.
Jas Black hadn’t had the chance to ask her if she wanted more when the sound of a car ca from downstairs.
Jas Black glanced at the empty cup, reacted swiftly, quickly got up and went into the bathroom to fill a cup with tap water before returning to Jane Sampson’s side.
"When I drop the cup later, pretend it was you throwing a fit." Jas Black spoke rapidly, "Act for them."
Jane Sampson nodded, her hand under the quilt tensing slightly as she grasped the sheet, controlling her urge to throw herself into Jas Black’s arms.
She was a bit afraid of seeing that young man.
Especially when she’s sober.
This would easily bring back mories of last night, of that young man raising a knife and cutting into her arm over and over – her agony, his demonic smile.
About two minutes later, the sound of footsteps on the staircase ca, along with the young man’s voice humming a song.
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