So, if Jane Sampson really has a persistent fever, then dication becos the perfect legitimate breakthrough to rescue Jane Sampson.
After sending Jane Sampson away, Jas Black can remain by the young man’s side to continue the undercover operation of approaching those behind the young man, or he can use this opportunity to first detain the mute aunt.
After all, it’s quite a reasonable thod for the police to tackle the kidnappers through the pharmacy and hospital.
The sleeve stained with Jane Sampson’s blood by the riverside proves that Jane Sampson was injured, lost so much blood, and was not sent to the hospital, then she must go to the pharmacy to buy dicine.
Therefore, the more dicine the mute aunt buys, the more convincing this explanation is.
Since Jane Sampson had a high fever last night, Jas Black has been thinking all night about ways to respond.
He cannot sit and wait for death, especially when Jane Sampson is sick and distracting for so many days.
Although Jane Sampson can still talk, chat, and play gas with Jas Black, when it cos to real eating, her appetite is less than it was before sleep last night.
A bowl of porridge, she ate less than one-third and just held the bowl, sighing non-stop for Jas Black to hear.
Jas Black pretended not to hear, nor did he et her gaze, and made Jane Sampson eat two more bites, and when he saw she really couldn’t eat anymore, he then stretched out his hand to take the bowl away.
"After you return, I’ll personally supervise your fitness," Jas Black said, "During the few months of rest, you can stay at my place. At first, run three laps around the runway every day, then slowly add to it."
"???"
Jane Sampson looked shocked.
Is Jas Black a devil?
She is still sick, and he’s talking to her about such heavy topics?
Running three laps around the runway every day?
Devil Jas, doesn’t he know how many ters one lap of his guard team’s runway is?
And slowly add to it afterwards?
Add! To! It!
How to add more? With her life?
Jane Sampson’s face imdiately wrote those four big words, "I don’t want it," humd, and directly burrowed into the quilt, wrapping even her head inside, specially turned her back towards Jas Black.
She was full of rejection written all over her, even down to each strand of hair.
Jas Black didn’t try to coax Jane Sampson. For him, this is a matter of principle, not up for discussion.
He didn’t hurry to take the bowl away, nor did he eat what Jane Sampson left. He just placed it on the next table, the remaining porridge will still be useful later.
Jane Sampson ignored him, and Jas Black didn’t intend to start coaxing first. With his wife, Jas Black knew very well in his heart that if he started speaking first, Jane Sampson would definitely take advantage of it.
So, Jas Black just sat quietly, looking at the small purse next to him.
In less than two minutes, Jas Black noticed Jane Sampson turned over.
Then, a small hand slowly, slowly reached out from the quilt, like a little thief, reaching all the way in his direction, searching until reaching his pants pocket.
The target was clearly the mobile phone in his pocket.
Jas Black was so amused by this thieving hand, seeing the clumsy little thief fail to get the mobile phone after fumbling for half a day, he didn’t intend to help, just lowered his gaze to see what Jane Sampson would do.
He thought Jane Sampson, who was wrapped in the quilt sulking without even wanting to glance at him, would be too proud to take the hand back if she couldn’t get the mobile phone.
However, Jas Black ultimately overestimated the word pride.
After one minute, a sweet voice ca from inside the quilt, "I want the mobile phone~"
ntioning the mobile phone, Jas Black only rembered to ask, "Where’s your mobile phone?"
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