"Yes it should!" Mrs. Murphy said with a clap of her hands in support.
Then she looked at the old lady and asked, "So, old lady, what are you going to do next? Do you want to meet the old Mr. Jones?"
"Since they are here, let's meet?" The old lady lifted the quilt, "In saying that, I will not live long, he used me as a tool man, if I do not see him, not as soon as possible to take this revenge, then in the future I want to take revenge again, I guess I do not know when.
"What are you talking about, old lady." Mrs. Murphy helped her out of bed and said unhappily, "What do you mean you won't live long, you will still live until the youngest master and Miss Reed get married again, and you will be able to hold a great-grandchild, maybe you will even see the youngest master get married, speaking of which, the youngest master will be back soon, their competition is almost final, right? "
The old lady laughed, "Logan that boy, this is a few months away, I really miss him."
"Well then, how about I call the young master tomorrow, and when he returns, have him come here to see you first thing?" Mrs. Murphy suggested as she put on the old lady's coat.
The old lady waved her hand, "This is not necessary, you let Logan come to me as soon as he returns, Shonna Woodham that woman knows, may not know how to eat the taste, may also blame me not to let them meet mother and son, I also do not care to be this black pot, anyway, Logan will always come to see me when he returns, there is no need to do anything else. "
"Yes." Mrs. Murphy nodded in response and couldn't help but spit out, "Speaking of which, Shonna Woodham has been married for so many years, but she really hasn't improved at all. The teacher is really a wonder."
"Forget it, these things have been so long ago, still for him what, so Shonna Woodham this woman is still quite afraid of Jared, I also do not worry that after I left, this woman dare to turn the sky, besides now Amber is not the old Amber, maybe in the future Shonna Woodham also planted to Amber's hand." The old lady put on her last dress and said.
Mrs. Murphy laughed, "So you say."
"Come on, let's go meet the old Mr. Jones," said the old lady, taking the cane handed to her by Mrs. Murphy.
Mrs. Murphy answered, holding her arm toward the door.
The door opened again and the doorman was still guarding the door.
Seeing the two coming out, the door hurriedly bowed, "Old Lady."
The old lady nodded, "Go and invite the man to the main hall, I'll see him there."
"Yes." The doorman nodded in response, then turned around and left.
Mrs. Murphy helped Mrs. Murphy out of the room and headed for the main hall.
On the way, Mrs. Murphy suddenly thought of something, looked at Mrs. Lao and asked, "Mrs. Lao, should we tell the young master about the Jones family coming to our door? I guess the young master must not know at this moment."
"No, you tell Jared, Jared will definitely rush over here because he's worried about me in the middle of the night, and it's not safe to drive at night, so don't toss it, and besides, do you think the old Mr. Jones would dare to do anything to me?"
"That's not true, he doesn't have the guts." Mrs. Murphy shook her head without thinking.
"That's not right."
Meanwhile, at the gate of the old mansion.
Winter in Olkmore is never a little colder than in other cities, especially at night, and with the blowing wind, it's even colder.
the old Mr. Jones and Mr. Jones this moment on the cold shivering, the whole person are shrunken into a ball, the head would like to shrink into the coat inside.
"Dad, why don't we wait in the car? It's so comfortable with the heat on in the car." Mr. Jones looked at the car parked across the street and inquired with great confusion.
At the same time, there is so much jealousy in the heart.
Yes, jealousy.
He was jealous of his driver.
He and Dad two when the boss, this time standing outside against the cold wind, cold.
The driver, on the other hand, is sitting in the car, enjoying the heating, not to mention how comfortable.
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