Then, the image of Jane Sampson clutching her mobile phone, scratching her ears anxiously but helplessly with him, floated into his mind.
One hour later, James Black opened the door and returned home.
When he entered, James Black noticed that the canvas shoes Jane Sampson often wore the past two days werenāt at the doorway. He didnāt think much of it, assuming she might have taken them to clean.
After entering, James Black leisurely carried the groceries he was holding into the kitchen, and he specifically took out the prepared fish and placed it in the sink before putting the other stuff into the refrigerator.
Once he finished cleaning up the groceries he bought, he washed his hands and leisurely came out from inside the kitchen.
To his surprise, upon hearing the sound of his return, Jane Sampson, his little sidekick, didnāt come looking for him.
James Black thought, surely sheās not still asleep?
Coming out from the kitchen, James Black glanced at the breakfast on the dinner table. Nothing else seemed touched, just one bean paste bun missing.
James Black frowned slightly, a bit displeased with Jane Sampsonās behavior of not eating breakfast properly, then he headed towards the bedroom. But Jane Sampson wasnāt sleeping in the bed as he thought; the bed was empty.
The bedroom was very quiet, very quiet.
James Black also went to the guest room, but no one was there either.
He checked both balconies, public restrooms, and the bedroom bathroom, but didnāt find anyone.
Now James Black was getting a bit anxious.
Thinking of the missing shoes at the doorway, James Black was puzzled. Early in the morning, she didnāt even eat breakfast properly, didnāt drive the car, where could she have gone?
Surely she didnāt go downstairs looking for him?
James thought again, and felt this wasnāt something Jane Sampson would do.
In this weather, sheās too lazy to go downstairs.
Moreover, at this time, seeing the breakfast on the table, she should know heās not downstairs on a morning run.
He had also left her a note to inform her he went to buy groceries.
James Black returned to the bedroom, approached Jane Sampsonās side to see if she had taken the note he left her. As he got closer, he realized that the paper on the cabinet wasnāt his small post-it note, but another piece of A4 paper.
On the paper were Jane Sampsonās graceful words.
The first line was in uppercase, a bold title.
Runaway Notice.
James Blackās eyebrows furrowed, and he continued reading.
Iām running away from home.
Donāt come looking for me.
I donāt want to bother with you anymore.
Iām not coaxing you.
Youāre really too hard to appease.
If youāre angry.
Then you might as well be angry to death.
If you really get angry to death.
At most, Iāll have grandfather and auntie.
Introduce me to a husband who isnāt hard to appease.
Humph!
Goodbye!
Donāt come looking for me!
If you do, I wonāt bother with you!
āā Very angry Jane Sampson.
James Black, holding this thin Runaway Notice, was so angry his hands were trembling.
Despite considering everything, he hadnāt expected the one who did wrong to have a bigger temper than his.
Saying sheās running away and actually threatened him on top of it.
This notice, the content was written with literary flair, connecting paragraphs smoothly, responding back and forth, truly remarkable for her.
James Black slapped the notice onto the cabinet, got up, and headed towards the cloakroom.
At a glance, the spot where Jane Sampsonās suitcase was placed indeed had a gap, missing her 22-inch blue chubby suitcase.
James Black stood in the cloakroom in a daze for a few seconds, then snapped back to reality, unable to suppress the panic rising within him.
Jane Sampson ran away from home, so angry she didnāt even drive.
James Black couldnāt guess where she might have gone.