CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 1511 - 1519: Thinking This Way

"Dad, do you think the same? Do you agree with what Julie Sampton said?" Jane Sampson’s voice was slightly cool as she called Father Sampton "dad."

However, this one word "dad" carried with it endless emotions and a sense of time passing.

"Of course, that’s what Dad thinks. The Chip Family holds a major project, and Dad is not someone with such short-sightedness. Dad knows what the Chip Family can offer, the Black Family certainly won’t." Julie Sampton was subtly reminding Father Sampton that the Chip Family could provide the Sampton Family with a lot of benefits.

The Black Family may be richer than the Chip Family, but they’re stingy with what they give. The Chip Family is different; they never intended to hog this big cake for themselves from the start and are still looking for potential partners for cooperation.

After a few reminders from Julie Sampson, Father Sampton finally gritted his teeth and nodded, "Yes, what Julie said is exactly what I mean. As long as you help Julie marry David Chip and return all of Sampton Family’s shares in your hands, you will have nothing more to do with the Sampton Family."

Jane Sampson stood there, suddenly feeling the winter wind, a bit chilling to the bone.

Her eyes felt sore, but her heart, even more so.

She wanted to cry.

But not a tear came.

Disappointed?

Maybe just a little.

But it didn’t seem to be much.

She had thought about it, had known it all along, she didn’t belong to this family, she had always been a passerby in this home.

"You all keep saying I never saw myself as a member of the Sampton Family, but have you ever thought about it? From the moment Julie Sampson came back, from the moment you knew I, Jane Sampson, was not your biological daughter, did you ever treat me, Jane Sampson, as the original daughter from the heart, did you ever treat me as your family?"

Jane Sampson told herself, don’t cry, it’s useless, tears are forever the symbol of weakness.

"Ever since Julie Sampson came back, I put away all my temper, shaped myself into someone I thought you would like. I longed for your affection for me, but I knew I wasn’t your biological daughter. No matter how much I yearned, I never dared to have the slightest thought of competing with Julie Sampson for your love."

Jane Sampson raised her hand to wipe her eyes, "I worked hard to learn, worked hard to play the piano, I worked hard to make myself more outstanding. I thought only then could I have a bit more presence in your hearts, and you would care about me a little more. I thought when everyone praised me, dad and mom, when you went out and heard them praise me, you would remember you still have this daughter."

At that time, she was still so small, and even her demands were that small.

She only asked that when they heard others’ praises of her outside, they could still remember there was such a daughter at home.

"I was alone, braving the world, taking the airplane alone, taking the train alone, going to competitions alone, carrying one trophy after another back to this home all by myself. I thought I could wait for a sentence, ’Jane, you’re amazing, worthy of being our daughter,’ but what I got was always indifference."

"It’s never that I didn’t treat this home as my everyone, it’s always that you pushed me outside the door, telling me time and again I was just a passerby living under someone else’s roof, that after I got married, there wouldn’t even be a room for me here. There was nothing of mine left here. It’s you who impatiently drew a clear and painful dividing line between me and this home."