At Your Disposal, Madam novel Chapter 31

Jane yelled loudly, Yolande was almost scared to kneel down. She was guilty and ran away crying.

"Mother, I shall die. Mother, do you see that there is room for me in this home?"

Xenia stamped her foot and looked anxiously in the direction Jane was leaving, "I know you have a grudge against Yolande for taking Samuel away, but you should not talk to your sister like that.”

“She is not my sister," Jane said coldly.

Xenia hesitated for a moment and approached for Yolande.

The corridor became quiet. Jane sat back to the chair, as if the whole body of strength has been drained.

She felt a dark shadow approaching that was Jamie sitting down.

The man around her smelled nice.

There was a faint cold fragrance, dispelling the hospital disinfection water brought by the pungent and uneasy feeling.

Jane voice was a little hoarse. She did not see Jamie, but stared at her hands on the knee.

In a daze, she said, "Jamie, you can go back home. I'll wait here for my dad to wake up."

Jamie called her in a soft voice, "Jane."

Jane was a little grumpy. She was so upset that she ignored him.

Jane angrily raised her head and glowered, "Are you calling my spirit?"

Jane was in a daze when she caught the eyes of Jamie

In Jamie's eyes, there was not a trace of irony, nor any pity she was afraid of, but only a kind of generous tolerance, a kind of distress, as well as a kind of pacifying calm.

For her unreasonable trouble, Jamie did not get angry, but smiled slightly. He stretched out his big hand, rubbed it on Jane's hair, and said, "Jane, I am here for you. Don't be afraid."

Jane's nose felt a bit sour again. She felt sad and wanted to cry.

After all, she was still a little girl of eighteen, who had gone through what happened yesterday, and now that her dependent father had fainted, she was helpless.

She pretended to be strong in front of Jane and Xenia.

"Well, I see. You can go back home."

Jamie's family was too big in business, and he had no time to stay with her.

Jamie reached out his hand and gently took Jane's hand.

Maybe the temperature of the air conditioner in the hospital was too low, or maybe the little girl was too afraid. Jane's hand was frozen.

And his big hands were very warm. The temperature from the palm of his hand spread a steady stream.

Jane felt that it was wrong. She wanted to pull out her hand, but she seemed to lose her strength. She also seemed to want to find someone to rely on, and Jamie was the only one she could rely on.

Jane let Jamie quietly wrapped her hand with a big hand, waiting for the passage of time, waiting for the operation lights turn off, and the doctor came to announce the good news.

As time went by, the light finally was turned off. Jane suddenly stood up, staring at the operating room door. She was afraid that as long as she closed her eyes, she would miss the scene that Yates coming out of the room.