After listening to Jasmine Hughes' words, Mr. Hughes looked solemn. This matter could be big or small, depending entirely on whether the Dou family pursued it or not.
"Keep this to yourself for now, don't tell anyone. Go back to the memorial hall and watch over the Old Madam. I'll explain to them this afternoon, saying that I wasn't feeling well the past few days and that you returned early yesterday morning, caught a cold on the way, and are now sick. When you go, just pretend a little. No matter what they ask, try to stay silent; the more you say, the more mistakes you'll make. Understand?"
"But Dad, I'm scared... I don't want to watch over her..." The words 'watch over' made Jasmine Hughes' voice tremble. She was anxious, not only fearing that the matter would blow up and attract the police but also afraid of the death of Old Madam Harris. She dreamt all night that Old Madam Harris came to her covered in blood...
She shook her head vigorously, "Dad, I don't want to go..."
