Coco Edwards quickly handed a steaming cup of boiling water to Jane Sampson, "Sip and hold it slowly, oh right, there was a call on your mobile phone just now, the caller ID was your grandma."

Coco finished speaking and cautiously glanced at Jane Sampson, because everyone knew that Old Madam Sampton had already passed away.

As soon as Jane Sampson heard it was a call from grandma, she immediately knew who it was.

She responded with a hum, took a sip of water with her head down, and then, just in time, the phone rang again.

"Is it an emergency?" Coco Edwards asked, "Do you want to take it?"

Jane Sampson instinctively furrowed her eyebrows, then gave a quiet "mhmm" and answered the phone with a low voice.

Sure enough, Father Sampton’s voice came through the phone.

"Jane, at this time, are you still filming? It’s so late, have you rested?" Father Sampton asked.

"You know it’s this late, and without being sure if I am filming night scenes, you keep calling me repeatedly. Even if I’ve already rested, you’ve woken me up. So, what exactly is so important that you must call me at half past midnight?" Jane Sampson asked, her tone not very pleasant.

"I..." Father Sampton was left speechless by Jane’s question, unsure how to respond without being awkward.

He hesitated for half a day before finally saying, "Jane, your mother wants to divorce me."

"I’m sorry, Mrs. Sampton is not my mother, and I have nothing to do with you. So whatever is going on between you two in your marriage doesn’t concern me," Jane Sampson said, "Whether or not you get divorced has nothing to do with me."

"Jane~ you..." Father Sampton quickly changed his tone, saying, "You know her temperament, where can she go if she gets divorced? Can you help persuade her not to be stubborn?"

"I can’t do it." Jane Sampson coldly refused, "Also, please stop using my grandma’s mobile phone to call me. Don’t force me to blacklist this number too. It’s my last memory of grandma, don’t make me sever this last connection with my own hands!"

With that, Jane Sampson directly hung up the call.

She was not foolish.

Someone who couldn’t even check on their biological daughter lying half-dead in the hospital, how could they possibly care about where a divorced wife might end up?

Father Sampton, having reached a dead end, wouldn’t care how others plan their future path either.

Back then, when he threw Julie Sampton out of the home, and even when Julie was hospitalized, he didn’t check on her once. He threw his wife out of the home too and never looked for her either.

Such a person, trying to prevent his wife from divorcing him, trying to advise her not to be reckless because she has nowhere to go—Jane couldn’t possibly believe that.

"What’s wrong?" Coco Edwards asked worriedly upon seeing Jane’s gloomy expression.

Jane Sampson shook her head and let out a low, cold chuckle, "He’s just trying to use my foster mother to test my tolerance for them, see how soft-hearted I can be towards them, see if I’d still care about him because there’s something to gain from my foster mother."

Jane Sampson had never been a foolish child since she was young; she just got used to playing dumb, pretended not to understand the realities she clearly saw.

Because understanding, the most heartbroken one would be herself.

And nowadays, she had nothing else left to lose—anything that could be lost was already lost—so she no longer needed to pretend.