He was both angry and heartbroken, clutching his chest, "You're giving me angina from the rage!"
"Aren't I still alive and well?" She stepped forward and embraced him tightly, "I promise you, it will never happen again."
James Foster's anger was instantly extinguished, his nose tingling, "What would I do if something happened to you?"
"I scheduled an email. If I don't return in six months, it means I'm gone. I've left a letter in my suitcase, leaving all my belongings, including my house, to you."
"Lucy Eaton!" James Foster was going crazy, "I'm worried about you as a person, who cares about your house?! Do you think I'd be overjoyed with your house if you're dead?"
Lucy Eaton released him, "James, let me introduce you to Mia Townsend, a good friend for the past four months."
James Foster greeted politely, "Thank you for taking care of Lucy during this time."
