Her voice was a bit anxious, "Auntie, think about it, if sothing really happened, how co the other two bodies were found but not Jas Black’s? Right? It ans Jas Black is still fine!"
"And besides," Jane Sampson stood up again, "after Jas Black sent away, he must have gone to et up with that young man. If Big Brother really intended to kill, there’s no way Jas Black would sit there waiting for death. Not a single ssage was sent out, and with Jas Black’s skills, how could it be possible that the young man and the mute aunt had no chance to resist and were killed just like that?"
What Jane Sampson said sounded particularly reasonable.
But in reality?
It couldn’t stand up to scrutiny; once scrutinized, it was full of holes.
Brooke Black didn’t argue with Jane Sampson anymore, because, deep down, Brooke Black hoped so too.
"You’re right. He won’t be in trouble." Brooke Black gently reassured Jane Sampson, "He’s Jas Black. Over the years, how many tis has he faced near-death situations and still returned safe and sound?"
Jane Sampson nodded heavily, agreeing with a hum.
Brooke Black smiled in relief and then said, "It’s still early, you go back to the room and rest for a while. Don’t tell Peter Gingery about this for now, he’s not as calm as you. Sleep for a bit, Aunt will call us for breakfast later."
Jane Sampson nodded in agreent, saying okay.
But when she returned to the room, lying in bed, she couldn’t feel a bit sleepy.
The double bed, before, she truly wished she could forever occupy the space for two people alone.
Now she hoped Jas Black would co back soon and hold her while sleeping; she didn’t need so much space.
All she needed was a hug from Jas Black.
That’s all.
Jane Sampson seriously looked around the room for the first ti.
This was the place Jas Black had lived since he was a young man. It was only later, when they got married, that the Black Family redecorated part of the house according to her preferred style.
However, Jane Sampson still knew where Jas Black kept the box containing all his dals, and she knew which drawer held all the certificates he had received since he was a child.
This room was filled with traces of Jas Black.
He even kept the calligraphy sheets he practiced with during elentary school.
After marriage, they moved out of here, but Jas Black didn’t move many things to their new house, so all the mories of his growing years were stored here.
Jane Sampson sat back down on the bed again, then sighed and said to the air, "Jas Black, you have to be okay."
She would wait for him at ho, however long it took.
She believed he would keep his promise.
At seven o’clock, Auntie went upstairs to call everyone for breakfast, right on ti.
Since Old Master Black was still resting, everyone naturally lowered their voices and lightened their steps going downstairs.
"How is the old sir?" Father Gingery asked Auntie while adjusting the cufflinks on his shirt.
"He’s asleep, don’t worry, no fever," Auntie said. "His complexion looked much better than when I went in this morning. This morning was probably because he didn’t rest overnight; he’s getting older and can’t stay up all night anymore. Not having a good rest overnight made him look a bit scary."
Father Gingery nodded and reminded, "Take good care of the old sir, check on him whether he’s asleep or awake, and make so dishes he likes when he wakes up."
"Use less soy sauce and salt," Jane Sampson added, "Grandfather always wants to eat strong flavors, but if he eats too much, his liver won’t be able to take it. He’s really hard to manage, always disobedient, and when we aren’t ho, he asks Auntie to make all sorts of greasy stuff, worse than ."
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