Not allowing Brooke Black a chance to catch her breath, Aunt came over and said, "Miss Brooke, Mr. Sampton is outside requesting an audience."
"Mr. Sampton? Who?" Brooke Black was utterly exhausted, so for a moment didn't react to who Mr. Sampton was.
"My father?" Bright Sampton reacted more quickly.
Aunt nodded.
Brooke Black felt even more headache when thinking about the person outside the door. She pointed upstairs, urging the three people sitting on the sofa to head to the room upstairs.
After returning to the room, Jane Sampson muttered to Bright Sampton, "Auntie looks so bad these few days; Auntie is too tired. I heard Aunt say that today before dawn, Auntie and Uncle-in-law got up."
"Tonight, we must make sure my mother returns to the room to rest early." Peter Gingery said, "She's getting older, didn't even think about sleeping for a while longer. Whatever needs to be done, can't it be left to me and my dad?"
