Fate, it didnāt even give me a chance to make amends.
Nor did it give me 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.
Itās just that, leaving like this, Iām most worried about the two innocent children I involved. I donāt know if what Iām 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 peopleās hearts are easy to change, so I shamelessly 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 canāt be kept, then let them go.
They just need to grow up well, have books to read, meals to eat, and a place to live, that would be enough.
I know this request is shameless, 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 doesnāt cause you any trouble.
If there really is another life, I, Rachel Miller, donāt 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.
āāRespect from Harry Azure.
The content of this email wasnāt short, Jane Sampson and James 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 Millerās words wasnāt about his impending death, nor about any resentment 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 couldnāt 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 James Blackās palm, "Donāt be sad."
"Iām not sad." James Blackās voice was calm, "Besides you, the guard team, and the family, nothing else is worth being sad about, Iām not a three-year-old child, getting upset at every little thing."
Jane Sampson curled the corner of her mouth, smiling at James Black.
Isnāt this guy the one who gets upset easily?
Thereās no one harder to coax than him.
"Tell them, I, James Black, will not help Rachel Miller, nor will I help look after those two children, but I wonāt 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."
James Black withdrew his hand from Jane Sampsonās palm, then tapped her forehead, "But you mustnāt help, because you are my wife, youāre different from them, you need to be on the same side as me."
"Mm, okay, I wonāt help." Jane Sampson leaned on James Blackās arm and rubbed her small face against his arm, "Iāll listen to you, I stand with you."