"James, I have a home, I have a home," All the grievances poured out at the sight of him, all her strength collapsed in an instant as well.
"Who said you have no home?" James patted Jane Sampson's back gently, "Our home is your home, the Black Family is also your home. You live as my wife, James Black, and you die, as my soul, James Black. Whatever I have, you have, and even if I don't have it, if you want it, I will make sure you have it."
It was then that Jane Sampson began to slowly stop crying, she slowly lifted her head, her eyes tear-filled as she gazed at James, seeing his serious expression, not a hint of deceit, and then she sniffled and asked, with a heavy cry in her voice, "Where did you go just now? Why didn't you come in with me?"
"I went to buy some stuff." James hadn't expected that in just a short while he'd been away, Jane Sampson would have suffered so much grievance.
