CEO's Reborn Wife

”Sister, stop talking.” Bright Sampton’s voice gradually grew smaller. He stood there, his eye sockets a little red.

”Bright Sampton, as someone who’s died once, let me tell you something.” Julie Sampton reached out and patted Bright Sampton’s shoulder. ”Don’t give everything for someone who isn’t worth it, then end up letting the person who’s giving everything for you feel that you’re not worth it either.”

”That man has always loved only himself and money from beginning to end. He’s never loved the Sampton Family, never loved me, never loved our mother, and he doesn’t have much love for you either. In his eyes, I’m just a tool he can use. In his eyes, you’re just a prop for carrying on the family line, nothing more.”

Julie Sampson had seen through it all long ago, so this time when that man had the accident, she didn’t even say a word to her mother. When she came back to the country, she only told her mother that a good friend was having a marriage and she was coming back just to attend the wedding.

”Bright Sampton, you’re not just that man’s son. Don’t forget, you still have your mother. Your mother has already suffered enough in this life because of us. Don’t make her finally hard‑won peaceful life bitter again because of you. Filial piety is for people who deserve it.”

Julie Sampson’s attitude was hard first and then soft. ”Even if our mother wasn’t a qualified mother before, at least her love for us was real, wasn’t it?”

Bright Sampton stood there without speaking for a long time, only that his eyes were shimmering with water.

He gently closed his eyes, and even that shimmer of water disappeared.

After a long, long time, the shoulders Bright Sampton had been holding so tensely finally slowly loosened.

He opened his eyes again; all the emotions from just now were no longer visible at the base of his eyes.

”Come on, I’ll take you back to hotel to rest.” Bright Sampton bent down and took Julie Sampson’s luggage from her. ”It’s already so late. If Sister Jane finds out I didn’t get you to the hotel to rest in time, she’ll definitely skin me alive.”

Julie Sampson gave a quiet ”mm” and didn’t say anything more.

An hour later, Bright Sampton dropped Julie Sampson off at the hotel lobby. After she finished checking in and went to the upper floor, he helped her carry the luggage upstairs, and, like a grown‑up big boy, checked the room’s safety for her before leaving the hotel alone.

This night, it seemed no one slept very soundly.

There was no new progress in the live broadcast channel, and the number of people staying in the live broadcast channel gradually dropped from six figures to five, then to four, and finally to a scant handful of single digits.

The live broadcast channel had lost its popularity, and the livestream host no longer had the energy to keep watch, so they simply shut it down.

But on twitter, a topic quietly appeared.

#SearchingForTheDrownedGirlJillianCarter#

The topic’s initiator called on people living along the river to help search for the drowned Jillian Carter. No matter how many bad things Jillian had done before, in the end, she was still a human life.

Jane Sampson fell asleep.

She didn’t sleep very soundly.

In the dream, she seemed to see someone raising a hand to her in farewell, and it was as if someone spoke a very, very soft ”I’m sorry” to her.

The dream passed quickly.

After that, it was a dreamless night.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already daybreak.

The first thing Jane Sampson saw was James Black’s chin.

She had only just reached out to touch with her hand when James Black caught it.

”Awake?” James Black lifted Jane Sampson’s hand to his lips and kissed it, his voice hoarse. ”Do you want to sleep a bit more?”

Jane Sampson shook her head. ”I’m awake, and I feel like my belly is already hungry.”