On the way, I was worried. I was really afraid James hated me!
But when I got to the door, I found no one at the door. I felt relieved.
I went through the garden and got to James’ door and knocked.
The housekeeper opened the door for me. She saw me and said respectfully, “Miss Jones.”
I was a little nervous and asked, “is Grandpa Jessop there?”
The housekeeper nodded and invited me in.
I entered Jessop Family.
Jessop Family was the same as before. The housekeeper said, “master is upstairs in the teahouse. I’ll tell him.”
“Thank you.”
I said gratefully.
Maybe James was the only one in Jessop Family who didn’t hate me.
The housekeeper went upstairs and came back soon and said, “Miss Jones, master is waiting for you upstairs.”
I went upstairs.
The door of the teahouse was open. I knocked on the door and pushed it open.
In the teahouse, James sat on a huge chair and he had a teapot in his hand and he was making tea.
I hadn’t seen James for a long time.
I saw him last time because he was in hospital. James had grown significantly older.
His hair was now all white and his face had age spots.
Many things had happened to Jessop Family recently. He must be worried.
“Becky, would you like a cup of tea?”
James saw me and didn’t show disgust.
I was a little embarrassed. I quickly sat down and said, “I’ll make it for you, Grandpa. I’m good at tea making.”
I thought he was lonely to make and drink tea alone. It was better to have someone with him.
James looked up and smiled. “I’d love to.”
He put down the teapot in his hand.
I didn’t speak. I poured out the tea in the pot and took the new tea and put it in. I made the tea and put the cup in front of him and said, “Grandpa Jessop, please taste it.”
James picked it up and smelt it. He nodded and tasted it.
After he finished, I poured another cup of tea for him before I poured a cup of tea for myself.
Murray taught me how to make tea. On the surface, it looked similar to the common tea art sequence, but because of some small details, the tea was more fragrant.
James put the cup down and showed no joy. He sighed, “you come to me for Sean, right?”
“Yes.” I didn’t deny it. I’d like to ask him directly the address of that manor. I hesitated and said, “I’m sorry about Sean’s accident. If I could...”
“I don’t blame you. That’s his choice.” James sighed. “Maybe I shouldn’t have stood by at the beginning. If I had helped you earlier, everything would not be what it is today.”
I thought he knew everything.
He knew what happened to us, but I didn’t know how much he helped us.
I didn’t speak. James looked up at me. “Becky, although you are not Sherry’s granddaughter, I know Sherry loves you the most. She asked me to marry you to Sean. I didn’t agree at first, but she told me you were her best granddaughter. You are the brightest pearl of Carter Family. I knew you were a good girl.”
“Grandpa Jessop...”
He mentioned Sherry. I couldn’t help but want to cry.
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