CEO's Reborn Wife-Chapter 1513 - 1521: It’s Us

As the words fell, Jane Sampson stepped forward.

With that single step, it marked the end of her ties to this house. From tonight onward, this home would have nothing to do with her.

Hearts are made of flesh—they cannot withstand being stabbed over and over again like this.

She had once thought about it, even tried her best to maintain some sort of bond with them. But sadly, maybe she was born lacking in familial ties, unable to grasp what she so desperately craved.

Bright Sampton had been sitting on the sofa all along, silently watching Jane Sampson drive away. It was only then that he stood up, and with biting sarcasm, turned to look at Julie Sampson. "Julie Sampson, you’ve finally managed to drive Jane Sampson completely out of this house. Are you satisfied now? From today on, the Sampton Family only has you as the ’miss.’ Does that make you feel especially pleased?"

Bright Sampton glanced toward Father Sampton and Mother Sampton. "Dad, Mom, I sometimes genuinely wonder, where do you even get the audacity to keep claiming Jane Sampson owes you, owes Julie Sampson? Was it her choice to come into this house? Wasn’t it you who chose to bring her back here? From beginning to end, what was her fault? Was it her fault that when you held the newborn her in your arms, she didn’t immediately speak up and tell you that you’d brought home the wrong child?"

Every word, every sentence, was drenched in sarcasm. Bright Sampton could honestly say that he had been waiting for this day for a very, very long time.

This house had brought Jane Sampson nothing but misery, so why keep tethering her to it?

If you were going to torture her, stripping her to the bone piece by piece, wouldn’t it have been better to give her a clean break?

"If there’s anyone who’s indebted, it’s us. If it weren’t for her, back then, I would’ve burned up in that fever and become a fool—or maybe I wouldn’t have lived to see today at all. Ever since we were little, Dad was always busy with company matters, Mom spent her days shopping and playing cards, and neither of you bothered with home affairs or cared about us. Everything about me and my sister was managed entirely by our grandparents. The kindness of being raised—that was given to her by Grandpa and Grandma, not you two. But the kindness of saving lives? That was indeed given to your biological son by her."

Bright Sampton would forever remember that dark, pitch-black night—the sight of that small, frail back carrying him, teeth clenched, walking for what felt like an eternity. She carried him as she flagged down car after car, watching vehicle after vehicle speed past them without stopping.

Even as her tears fell from worry, even as she was exhausted to the point of being unable to speak a single word, she still gritted her teeth and carried him, still telling him, "Brother, Sister will take you to the hospital very soon. Once we see the doctor, you’ll be better."

"In truth, the ones who are indebted are us," Bright Sampton said. "She is so good—her parents must be wonderful too, and they must love her dearly. If one day, her parents find out that their precious daughter grew up in our home completely overlooked, how heartbroken do you think they’ll be? Just like how you felt back then upon realizing Julie Sampson grew up with her foster father-and-daughter in their house."

"I’ve always felt that my sister growing up in our home wasn’t necessarily lucky at all. The childhood she endured—how was it any different from what Julie Sampson endured? Julie Sampson suffered, but didn’t she suffer too? The only difference is, Julie Sampson speaks out, while she silently endures instead." Bright Sampton raised his gaze and looked at Julie Sampson. "You suffered physical violence in the foster father-and-daughter’s house, while she suffered emotional cold violence in ours. In the end, it’s no different."

After speaking, Bright Sampton turned without hesitation and followed her in driving away.

This house made him feel as though he could barely breathe.

Bright Sampton sometimes even wondered how much better life would have been if Jane Sampson were his only sister.