Jesslyn Derei wiped away her tears, quickly walked outside, and picked up Kent to place him on the sofa.
She struggled to maintain her calm, comforting him with the words, "Kent, don't worry. Uncle isn't feeling well, but it's not because he was mad at you that he vomited blood."
"Really?" Kent wept, blinking as he looked up at Jesslyn, "Uncle really didn't vomit blood because he was mad at me? But I saw on TV that people vomit blood when they get angry, and great-grandpa once vomited blood when he got angry at my second uncle."
Jesslyn shook her head, "No, that's not it. Kent, trust Aunt Derei, uncle wasn't mad at you, but now I need quiet to recuperate. Please be good and stay here quietly, no crying or fussing, okay? I need to go comfort Amanda. You wait out here and when Brother Jack opens the door, you call us, alright?"
Kent nodded his head, "Okay."
"Kent, you're such a good boy." Jesslyn kissed him on the cheek and then stood up to walk into Amanda's bedroom.
