"Whereâs James Black? Is he still out on a mission? Canât get in touch with him? So how does your family plan to arrange things? Are you waiting for James Black to come back before holding the funeral, or not going to wait for him?" Alexander Forest was James Blackâs childhood friend, so he was aware of the special nature of Jamesâs occupation.
Not to mention, when James Black first enlisted, going out on a mission for a few days to a week was considered fast; three to five months werenât unheard of either.
And at Jamesâs level, unless itâs something particularly troublesome, he wouldnât usually go to the front line again.
So, this time James went on a mission, and itâs expected that he wouldnât return quickly.
Alexander Forest said, "Jane is gone, already cremated. Itâs often said that we should let the deceased be at peace sooner. But in this situation, if we donât wait for James Black to return before sending Jane off, when James comes back, it would be a blow to him."
Itâs obvious to anyone with eyes that James Black loved Jane Sampson.
While James was out on a mission, his wife had an accident and died in a tragic way.
Because her death was so tragic, they werenât able to keep the body until James returned to cremate her.
Not only did James not get to see Jane for the last time, he couldnât even give her the final send-off. When James returns, the living wife would have become just a grave, an unimaginable disaster for him.
"Thereâs still a lot to think about in Janeâs matter," Peter Gingery said meaningfully. After all, the matter to be announced tomorrow, at this point, if the Black Family hasnât caught on, once Alexander looks back, he wouldnât believe it.
Therefore, Peter didnât falsely deceive Alexander Forest.
"What do you mean?" Alexander was confused, thinking it was about the murderer, "Has the murderer been caught?"
"Letâs not talk about this for now." Peter stiffly shifted the topic, "Are you still in the hospital? Howâs your brother doing?"
Alexander sighed, "Still the same."
The two didnât chat much; this call lasted less than two minutes before it ended.
Bright Sampton was really tired. In these few days, he hadnât had a good nightâs sleep, and barely ever closed his eyes.
In the minute when Peter was making the call, he unknowingly fell asleep, leaning on Jane Sampsonâs shoulder.
After Peter finished the call and turned back to talk to Jane Sampson, he first saw Bright Sampton leaning tiredly against Jane, asleep.
Jane made a gesture for him to be quiet, then gently moved aside, helping Bright lie on the sofa. Bright didnât wake up, and only then did Jane lift his feet onto the sofa, went to the guest room, and brought a thin blanket to gently cover him.
"Let him sleep here. Letâs go up and talk," Jane quietly told Peter.
Peter shook his head, "Itâs late. You should get some rest too."
Peter genuinely felt sorry for Bright Sampton, this younger brother by circumstance. Tomorrow for them, thereâs still a tough battle to fight.
Bright Sampton rolled off the sofa in the living room at midnight, with a loud thud, awakening the Old Master Black upstairs, whose sleep was light due to his age.
Bright sat on the ground, dazed, looking around blankly.
There was no one in the living room, but before Jane went upstairs, she left a small lamp for Bright. The warm light illuminated Brightâs side, allowing him to clearly see where he was.