"Whatās wrong with Grandpa? Is he catching a cold?" Jane Sampson squatted by Old Master Blackās bed, reached out to feel his forehead, and asked again, "Is he catching a cold?"
Old Master Black woke up at this time, held Jane Sampsonās hand that was measuring his temperature on his forehead, and smiled at her, "Itās nothing, just tiredness. I just need to rest more."ā
Indeed, it was exhaustion, both mentally and emotionally, and resting wouldnāt help much.
Brooke Black glanced at her father and then patted Jane Sampson, "Old Sir isnāt in much trouble. We just measured his temperature, and heās not running a fever. You should go back upstairs and rest a bit more; I need to have a few words with your grandfather privately."
Jane Sampson was reluctant to leave, but since Brooke Black said so, she had no choice but to go.
"Then Grandpa, you take a good rest. If youāre not feeling well, donāt hold it in. Tell Auntie to accompany you to the hospital for a check-up," Jane Sampson reminded with unease.
Old Master Black responded with a nod, and only then did Jane Sampson leave, looking back at every step, closing the room door behind her.
After Jane Sampson had been out for a while, Brooke Black finally sat by Old Sirās bed and asked, "Is there new news from James Black?"
Old Master Black nodded, "The mute nannyās body was also found, the time of death was earlier than the boy who kidnapped Jane."
After hearing this, Brooke Black understood why Old Sir seemed utterly drained overnight.
A young man, coupled with a nanny, two subordinates who had followed that Big Brother for many years, and that Big Brother could still kill without hesitation.
So, for James Black in the eyes of that Big Brother, he was even less significant.
"Dad, I know what you are worried about, but as long as we havenāt got a result, we must hold on and not let Jane and the other kids know about this," Brooke Black said. "James Black is outside, and we canāt help him, whether itās a blessing or misfortune, itās up to him. What we can do at home is taking good care of ourselves."
Brooke Black tucked in the quilt for Old Sir, "If nothing happens to James Black, weāre just scaring ourselves. When he returns, weāll be sick, and he will feel guilty. And if something indeed happens to James Black, we as seniors cannot fall. If we fall, can Peter Gingery and Jane still hold on? So, Dad, before we get a result, we should eat well, drink well, and sleep well; we canāt scare ourselves into illness first."
These were words Father Gingery used to comfort Brooke Black last night, and now, Brooke Black used them to comfort her father.
"Youāre right." Old Master Blackās gaze brightened considerably, and he nodded, "We canāt fall first."
"So, Dad, you should rest now, sleep until you naturally wake up, and then have a good meal," Brooke Black said, relieved to see Old Master Black listening to the advice.
Old Master Black waved a hand to send Brooke Black out, "Listen to you, I canāt fall. If I do, Jane will be worried sick."
Jane Sampson sent away her Sampson Family grandparents, feeling greatly saddened with each departure.
Thus, knowing Old Sir fell ill just now, Jane Sampson appeared particularly afraid.
Brooke Black withdrew from Old Sirās room, looked around, and indeed found Jane Sampson in her pajamas sitting dumbly on the living room sofa waiting.