Jas Black glanced at Jane Sampson downloading a ga. Seeing it wasn’t the one she usually loves to play, he said nothing, fearing she might accidentally log into her old ga account.
Regarding Jane Sampson’s question, Jas Black thought for a mont and replied with one word, "Expensive."
Jane Sampson was stunned, then let out a gentle laugh, and only then did she start to carefully scrutinize the clothes Jas Black was wearing.
Touching the fabric, there was no need to ntion how coarse it was, the gray T-shirt looked like it was 50 bucks for two pieces from the carpet.
"Are you Master Strongman who’s very, very poor?" Jane Sampson covered her mouth, giggling, suspecting that this was a specially bought second-hand mobile phone, possibly even deliberately having the mobile phone screen broken.
Seeing Jane Sampson laughing, Jas Black added, "The money for your clothes and dicine was also borrowed."
Jane Sampson blinked at Jas Black, obviously hiding her laughter.
Once the ga download completed, Jane Sampson used the current WhatsApp account on Jas Black’s mobile phone to log into the ga.
While Jane Sampson was playing the ga, Jas Black hugged her and watched from next. The first few levels of the ga were almost zero in difficulty, and every ti Jane Sampson passed a level, she would happily raise her eyebrows at him, looking as if waiting for praise.
Seeing her playing happily and in good spirits, Jas Black felt much relieved in his heart, but he didn’t forget to occasionally reach out to touch the bowl next to him. Once he felt the temperature was about right, he reached out and took the mobile phone from Jane Sampson’s hand.
"Eat first." He tucked the mobile phone into his pocket.
Jane Sampson, in the midst of playing excitent, wasn’t too happy about being interrupted. With the hand that wasn’t injured, she tried to reach into Jas Black’s pocket, muttering discontentedly, "I can eat and play at the sa ti."
"No." Jas Black decisively rejected Jane Sampson’s suggestion, turning his body to avoid Jane Sampson’s hand.
Jane Sampson fixed her gaze on Jas Black for a few seconds, and only then unwillingly withdrew her empty hand, "Even a sick person gets no special treatnt?"
Knowing Jas Black’s personality, when it cos to such matters, he would say one is one. Jane Sampson complained but didn’t stubbornly insist on such a small thing with Jas Black.
She glanced at the bowl of porridge, sighed inwardly, and resignedly accepted the bowl.
Jane Sampson took the bowl in her hands and ate with small bites, not allowing Jas Black to feed her.
Jas Black waited for a while before speaking to her, "After eating later, you need to act along."
"How to act?" Jane Sampson raised her eyes to look at Jas Black.
Jas Black thought for a mont before replying, "Act as if you’re hopeless and refuse to take the dicine."
Jane Sampson instantly understood.
A woman who had just experienced an overwhelming disaster last night, many of the ntally weaker people might indeed feel their heart turn to ashes, and as a result, so might develop pessimistic thoughts.
Even thoughts of suicide.
Jane Sampson thought Jas Black had this in mind, which is why he asked her to act this way.
However, in Jas Black’s heart, this wasn’t the case.
What Jas Black thought was rely his worry about Jane Sampson’s weak constitution, the unhealed wound, fearing she would keep having a fever repeatedly, just like last night.
If that really was the case, Jas Black didn’t want to delay their plan until three days later.
Therefore, he needed Jane Sampson to pretend she didn’t want to live anymore and refuse to take dicine, and he would forcibly feed her dicine, constantly depleting the existing dical supplies in the villa through this ans.
The young man and the mute aunt wouldn’t let him take Jane Sampson to the hospital.
However, they wouldn’t disagree if the mute aunt went to the pharmacy to buy dicine.
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