During the application of the ointment, Jane Sampson woke up, suppressing her voice and crying out in pain several times. Eventually, she even wanted to avoid it and didnāt want the ointment anymore. "Hold on a bit longer." James Black pressed her wrist without wounds with his knee to prevent her from dodging, making his movements gentler and coaxing softly, "Itāll be over soon, just hold on a bit longer. Once itās done, it wonāt hurt anymore. The medicine will help the wound heal faster."
Jane Sampsonās pain brought her to tears, and she looked at James Black, teary-eyed and pitiful, pouting, not believing at all in James Blackās words that it would be over soon.
She knew how many cuts were on her arm, so how could it possibly heal so quickly?
James Black is just a liar.
A big liar.
After applying the ointment, James Blackās forehead was covered in sweat.
It would still take more than twenty minutes before it was done.
He knew Jane Sampson had glared at him several times with a "woo woo," but he could only pretend he hadnāt seen.
"Itās really done." James Black put the half-used ointment to the side, "Every morning and evening, so Iāll apply it again for you before sleep tonight."
"Not fast at all." Jane Sampsonās voice was muffled as she retorted to James Black, and then suddenly followed up with a sentence, "That mute has a wicked heart."
"Hmm." James Black responded, if someoneās heart werenāt wicked, they wouldnāt be living in this villa.
"She deserves to be mute." Jane Sampson could only distract herself in this way, trying as much as possible to ignore the burning pain that came with the application of the medicine on her wound.
Sometimes, pain can really make a personās temper flare and become very agitated and anxious.
"Uh." James Black was dressing her; Jane Sampson found her own way to divert her attention, and he was happy to echo her venting with curses.
Jane Sampson muttered in a small voice for a long time, cursing that mute woman and that young man until James Black helped her change clothes and covered her with the quilt again before she stopped.
She then sighed, reached out to tug on James Blackās hem, and looked at him with a somewhat pitiful tone, saying, "Iām thirsty and hungry~"
Since being kidnapped until now, the most she had eaten was water with additives. Besides water, in her few awake moments, she had only gotten a steamed bun or an egg, which was like having eaten nothing at all.
It was because she had been sleeping continuously, these few days, that she wasnāt tormented by hunger.
"By the way, whatās that manās name? He impersonated a security guard at the film set and pretended to be a hotel staff member. I wonder how Mr. Carter and the others are doing, and as for Grid, heās one of the two bodyguards sent by auntie, his foot was run over by a car."
While rubbing her belly, Jane Sampson asked James Black about the situation outside, "Before I fainted, he wanted to shoot Mr. Carter, I donāt know what happened later."
"If thereās no news of anything happening to James Carter, then there shouldnāt be any issues." James Black said, "As for that bodyguard, he probably didnāt die either."
With that, James Black stood up, "Iāll call for the mute aunt to make you some easily digestible porridge and pour you a cup of warm boiled water."
Jane Sampson nodded, and as James Black got up, her gaze closely followed him, watching as he stood at the house entrance calling for someone, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She couldnāt restrain the anxiety and panic that surged in her heart as soon as James Black was out of sight.
The mute aunt couldnāt speak, so Jane Sampson had no idea how she responded to James Black, but seeing that James Black didnāt intend to go downstairs, Jane Sampson thought to herself, as long as he doesnāt go downstairs, sheās willing to endure hunger and thirst.