She was afraid that if he got tired of her, he would treat her the same way as before,
while she was lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice that both Jared Quinn and the old master had changed expressions because she had taken too long to think.
"You don't want to sign?" Jared Quinn's lips tightened into a thin line.
"Oh dear, I'm running out of breath, I'm really out of breath," the old master wailed, showing none of the demeanor of an elder.
"I might be dying soon, I'm about to die."
"Quickly, bring the oxygen mask," the doctor cooperatively spoke up, "Master, don't get agitated, young madam will sign, she definitely will. You can rest assured."
"She doesn't even have a pen," the old master's eyes flashed with cunning,
the butler immediately brought a pen to Melody Thorne, "Young madam, you should hurry and sign, I'm afraid the old master really won't hold on much longer."
