Jennifer asked softly, “When will Mother Jane and Master arrive?”
Though she saw herself as nothing more than Titus’s servant and bodyguard, she addressed Jane as “Mother” just as he did. It was a habit formed long ago—one she had never questioned. After all, she had once endured a harsh and painful childhood, until the old doctor took her in, gave her a home, and provided her with the best education and care.
The people around her had always treated her with warmth and kindness. Jane, in particular, had embraced her like a second daughter from the very beginning, insisting that Jennifer call her “Mom.” What began as a single, hesitant word gradually became natural, repeated so often that it settled deep into her heart.
To Jennifer, the Johnson family was no less important than her young master.
Titus replied, “Mom didn’t give an exact time—just said she’d come within the next couple of days. But knowing them, I’d guess they’ll be here by tomorrow afternoon.”
Jennifer thought it over and nodded. That sounded right.
Both Jane and Lilian were decisive people. When they made up their minds, they acted immediately—no hesitation, no delay.
