Chapter 43

Jacob looked at him, his gaze steely cold. “I’m not feeling well, sir.”

Jasper walked towards him, an arm extended in readiness to embrace him.

Jacob knocked it out of the way and brushed by Jasper to attend to the bedroom. In silence he made the bed; the bed he’d never again share with Jasper. He picked up the master’s dirty clothes and bundled them up. He’d take them to the laundry when he’d finished straightening up the room. The bucket beside the bed had fortunately not been used.

He went about his business not talking to either Polly or Jasper, and that evening he served dinner in silence, refusing to eat his own meal at the same table as Jasper.

“Are you really not hungry?” asked Jasper. “Come on, sit down, and tell me about your day.”

“I told you I’m not feeling well, sir. But all you care about is yourself.”

Jasper sat back in his chair, eyes wide.