Jasmine dropped to her knees right away and cut to the chase.
“Dad, I- I’m here because Frederick Hayes’ daughter came to Devon and said she wanted to see her brother. However, because there was no news from Heron Hill, we dared not take the liberty of disturbing you. Unfortunately, something regrettable cropped up last night. She was kidnapped… Her captors then threatened Devin to bring an offender who was recently captured in exchange for her. What do we do now?”
When Jonathan heard her, he immediately set down the bowl of medicine he was concocting on the table.
“Who gave you the permission to allow her to stay?”
“No- I- We- Dad, we did so on the account of her being Sebastian’s sister. Since she traveled all the way to see him, we didn’t think it was right to send her away. If Sebastian learned of this after he awakens, we wouldn’t want to risk him blaming us.”
Jasmine indignantly defended herself.
Her statement was kind of true.
When Devin made arrangements for Sabrina to stay at the hotel, Stephen analyzed the situation for her to prevent her from committing any foolish decisions.
Her husband reminded her that Jonathan came to Sebastian’s rescue and had been nursing him for about three months. That alone was a testament to his acceptance of Sebastian as a grandson. When the latter finally wakes up, it would probably be time to acknowledge his heritage.
Hence, Jasmine avoided troubling Sabrina.
However, after her reply to Jonathan, there was zilch response from the inside of the courtyard.
What does that mean?
Nervousness and unsettling began to engulf her once again.
“Tony.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Come here. Give this to that little b*stard. I’m heading out for a while.”
Jonathan glared at the motionless figure lying on the bed before he furiously handed Tony a bowl of medicine.
Tony received the bowl with a grin and answered, “Yes, I will. Go ahead, sir. I’ll be here.”
Then, he strode over to lift Sebastian up.
It was the beginning of summer over at Heron Hill. Golden rays of sunlight penetrated the wide windows and illuminated the whole room. As sunlight gleamed on Sebastian’s stationary figure, he looked like a lifeless yet delicate work of art.
Nonetheless, he was a living, breathing human being with a heartbeat.
“Huh… Mr. Sebastian, please wake up soon. In all the years I’ve worked for him, I’ve never seen Old Mr. Jadeson care for someone like he did the past three months. As someone who’s lived his life revered by others, he’s never had to serve anyone. Mr. Sebastian, please don’t harbor any grudge against him anymore.”
As Tony fed Sebastian medicine, he mumbled to himself.
Yet, there was still no reaction from the man he was giving his attention to. Even the medicine that he fed him remained in his mouth undevoured.
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