Charles Northwood lay completely still, occasionally glancing upward.
"Solar eclipse."
Tara Jameson: ......
Oh, come on!
After much effort, she managed to get him onto the bed, took off his shoes, and tucked him in.
"A tree isn't like that, it plants its roots in the soil, not its entire body."
Tara Jameson was on the verge of breaking down.
"Get some sleep! Close your eyes!"
Tara Jameson shouted angrily.
Then she turned and left the room.
After getting the hot water, she saw Mrs. Jameson had tidied everything up.
"I'm going to rest now, you should get some rest too."
Mrs. Jameson said.
"Okay."
Tara Jameson carried a basin of water into Charles Northwood's bedroom and wiped his face.
After changing the water, she washed his feet to help him sleep more comfortably.
Once she'd finished all the tasks, Tara Jameson was about to leave when Charles Northwood suddenly grabbed her.
Huh?
Now he's not a tree? He can reach out with his hand?
"What are you now?"
