Chapter 336

The next morning, he left. Jane was supposed to be living her best years, but she lived as though she was an old woman of seventy or eighty.

During the winter, when it was sunny out, she would take her chair and her blanket, as well as a hot-water bottle to warm her hands and feet with. With these, she would sit on the porch and bask in the sun.

She lived like she was dying.

A new butler arrived at the manor. The new butler was often serious and expressionless, similar to Mr. Summers. Early i