"Young Master, the old lady is gone."
On the phone, Aunt Nanny said with a sobbing voice.
"After lunch, the old lady went for a walk. She didnât rest until past two oâclock. Just now, I saw that the old lady hadnât gotten up, so I went to call her, but no matter how much I called, there was no response. I immediately dialed 120. After the doctor came, he said the old lady had no heartbeat."
"The doctor said, based on the body temperature measurement, he estimated the old lady had passed away for about two hours."
"The doctor said the old ladyâs eyebrows were peaceful, and she passed away in her sleep without any illness or pain."
"Young Master, actually, the old lady has been murmuring these past two days, saying she saw Old Sir and that he was waiting for her."
"The old lady said she couldnât make Old Sir wait too long, because if he gets impatient, she wonât be able to catch up with him."
As the nanny continued, she almost broke down in tears.
"When the old lady went for a walk at noon, she said she saw how outstanding you are, Young Master. She had nothing more to worry about now."
Bright Sampsonâs tears suddenly welled up, "I understand. Jane and I will return immediately."
Bright Sampson held his mobile phone, sitting there for a long time without moving. Only after his emotions calmed did he slowly turn his head toward Jane Sampson, who was sitting dazedly in the rear seat, looking at him.
The car was very quiet, and Jane Sampson should have heard what the nanny said just now.
"Sister, Grandma is gone. Letâs go to the countryside to see her off," Bright Sampson said softly.
"Iâll go back with you too, to see off Granny Sampton," Leah Webster gently patted Jane Sampsonâs back of the hand, "My condolences to you both."
Jane Sampson remained motionless for a long time, and only then did Bright Sampson start the car and head towards the countryside.
He didnât dare to drive too fast along the way, fearing he wouldnât be able to control the speed due to his unstable emotions. Two hours later, the car finally stopped in the courtyard.
And Father Samptonâs family hadnât arrived yet.
The nanny was keeping vigil inside Granny Samptonâs room, and suddenly the large house felt terrifyingly quiet.
"Young Master, miss, youâre here." It was only when Jane Sampson and Bright Sampson pushed the door open and walked in that the nanny came out.
"Have you notified my dad and them?" Bright Sampson asked.
"Yes, Iâve notified them. They should be arriving soon as well." The nanny nodded.
"You go downstairs and prepare. Sister and I will accompany Grandma." Bright Sampson spoke with a trembling voice.
And Jane Sampson, after entering the room, walked step by step to the bedside.
Looking at the elderly woman lying in bed with a peaceful expression, Jane Sampson, who had held back her tears all the way, finally let them fall.
"Grandma, itâs me, Jane~ Iâve come back to accompany you, itâs time for you to wake up." Jane Sampson squatted beside the bed, lowered her head, gently holding Granny Samptonâs hand, pressing her face against her grandmotherâs unusually cold hand.
These hands, clearly just a few days ago, were making her delicious food and holding hers, how did they become so cold?
"Grandma, please donât sleep, okay? I already donât have Grandpa anymore, and if you leave too, I truly have no home." Her tears fell on the elderly womanâs heavily wrinkled back of the hand, one drop after another.
The scalding temperature was in stark contrast to the elderly womanâs hand temperature.
"Grandma, I beg you, please wake up, will you? Wake up, will you?" She cautiously, gently pushed the palm beneath her cheek, "Grandma, donât sleep, itâs very late, itâs time to eat dinner, if you donât eat, your stomach will hurt."