"What's wrong with Grandpa? Is he catching a cold?" Jane Sampson squatted by Old Master Black's 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 Sampson's hand that was measuring his temperature on his forehead, and smiled at her, "It's nothing, just tiredness. I just need to rest more."'
Indeed, it was exhaustion, both mentally and emotionally, and resting wouldn't help much.
Brooke Black glanced at her father and then patted Jane Sampson, "Old Sir isn't in much trouble. We just measured his temperature, and he's 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.
