A line of text.
My respected, honorable, dear, handsome, gentle, considerate daddy Black.
Every word was incredibly exaggerated.
The only merit was that each word was written beautifully, the handwriting neat and orderly.
Old Sir Sampton's handwriting was beautiful, and Jane Sampson had learned from Old Sir Sampton as a child, so naturally, her handwriting couldn't be ugly either.
However, the content that she had written could hardly be read without hurting the eyes.
So, she spent half a day looking down and writing on the paper, and this was all she came up with?
James Black was so angry that he eventually lost his temper, collected the notebook, and put it back inside the drawer along with the pen. After he had cleaned up the study, he then returned to the bedroom.
At this moment, the one who had a stomachache was holding his mobile phone, playing a game; it was unclear whether the pain had subsided or she was just distracted by the game, so she seemed less in distress.
