Fate, it didn’t even give a chance to make ands.
Nor did it give a chance to save the mistakes made by the Miller Family.
If I die, then I die, without complaints and regrets, as a person of the Miller Family, I should die too.
It’s just that, leaving like this, I’m most worried about the two innocent children I involved. I don’t know if what I’m doing is selfish to them, nor do I know if bringing them into the Miller Family will harm them.
The future, I have no opportunity to know it anymore.
I have arranged many things properly and entrusted them to my assistant and secretary, but I fear people’s hearts are easy to change, so I shalessly wish to ask you for a favor.
My friends, if possible, please care for those two children on my behalf occasionally.
If external things really can’t be kept, then let them go.
They just need to grow up well, have books to read, als to eat, and a place to live, that would be enough.
I know this request is shaless, but you are the only people I can trust.
Knowing you in this life is my fortune.
Just, I must also say sorry to you.
I left, and still left you with this email.
I hope this email doesn’t cause you any trouble.
If there really is another life, I, Rachel Miller, don’t want to be the heir of the Miller Family, I just want to be a kind person, a kind person like you.
Thank you all.
——Respect from Harry Azure.
The content of this email wasn’t short, Jane Sampson and Jas Black read it line by line, taking several minutes.
After finishing, neither of them spoke, quietly standing there.
From this email, Jane Sampson could read the powerlessness and despair of Rachel Miller when writing it, as if she was at the end of her efforts, using her last breath to make one final attempt.
The despair in Rachel Miller’s words wasn’t about his impending death, nor about any resentnt towards his illness, more so, it was about his powerlessness and despair of having no one to entrust, no one to trust.
As Rachel Miller said himself, there was no one in the Miller Family who did a good deed or left a kind fate, so he couldn’t even find a trustworthy person to entrust his children to.
After a while, Jane Sampson sighed and put away the mobile phone, then reached out with worry to hold Jas Black’s palm, "Don’t be sad."
"I’m not sad." Jas Black’s voice was calm, "Besides you, the guard team, and the family, nothing else is worth being sad about, I’m not a three-year-old child, getting upset at every little thing."
Jane Sampson curled the corner of her mouth, smiling at Jas Black.
Isn’t this guy the one who gets upset easily?
There’s no one harder to coax than him.
"Tell them, I, Jas Black, will not help Rachel Miller, nor will I help look after those two children, but I won’t stop them from helping Rachel Miller, after all, Rachel Miller is their friend, you have known him for many years, you have bonds with him."
Jas Black withdrew his hand from Jane Sampson’s palm, then tapped her forehead, "But you mustn’t help, because you are my wife, you’re different from them, you need to be on the sa side as ."
"Mm, okay, I won’t help." Jane Sampson leaned on Jas Black’s arm and rubbed her small face against his arm, "I’ll listen to you, I stand with you."
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