Soon, what happened at the funeral in the morning was known to Mr. Jones.

He called Jacob Jones.

Mr. Jones seemed to be sure that he would refuse, and said sharply: "If you don't bring it, then I have no choice but to go to your house to meet her in person."

After hanging up the phone, Sarah Davis, who had been sitting silently by the side, tentatively asked, "Master Jones, do you want me to come with you?"

"Um."

"Then go." Sarah Davis replied crisply.

Jacob Jones froze for a moment, then turned his head to look at her, "If you don't want to go, we won't go."

"No,...