After Jacob passed out, the couple exchanged terrified glances. Neither of them knew what to do.
"S-Sam, what do we do now?" His wife asked, still trembling as she hugged their baby tightly against her chest.
Sam swallowed hard before cautiously approaching Jacob. He raised the club in his hand, ready to strike if necessary, but after checking the man's condition, he realized Jacob was still breathing.
He immediately lowered his weapon and let out a relieved sigh.
"Darling, he doesn't seem like a bad person. Let's help him," Sam said, turning towards his wife.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Even if we throw him out, those people he claims are chasing him might still come looking for him. If they find out we turned him away, they might hurt us too."
With that said, Sam grabbed Jacob by the legs and began dragging his unconscious body towards the bedroom. After some struggle, he managed to shove him underneath the bed.
