After speaking, Jane Sampson put down the microphone, ran back to the sofa, and pulled the mobile phone out of her purse. Sure enough, it was dead and powered off.
Picking up the charging cable, Jane Sampson returned to the landline, plugged her mobile phone in to charge, pressed the power button, and picked up the landline microphone to continue speaking with Jas Black. "It was powered off because the battery died. I’ve got it charging now."
"Hmm." Jas Black listened to her voice, which was trying its best to hide her emotions, and he couldn’t even bring himself to scold her.
"Did you call because of sothing urgent?" Jane Sampson asked. She wasn’t aware that Bright Sampton had called Jas Black, and Jas didn’t know about the matters concerning the Sampton Family. She wasn’t planning to tell him, either.
As they spoke, the mobile phone powered on normally. Jane checked the text reminders of missed calls while the phone was off and calls missed before it powered off. She was startled. "You called so many tis? No wonder my phone shut itself off."
After dozens of calls, it was no surprise her phone’s last bit of battery had been drained.
"Was there sothing urgent?" Jane Sampson asked.
"Bright Sampton just called . I know about what happened this afternoon," Jas Black said. "I was worried about you."
The other person suddenly fell silent, seemingly unsure of how to respond.
"Sad, upset—why didn’t you call ?" Jas Black asked. "If Bright Sampton hadn’t told , were you planning not to tell at all?"
After a long pause, Jane Sampson finally let out a short "Hmm." "Why let other people be unhappy just because I’m unhappy? If it’s sothing upsetting, isn’t it enough for to bear it alone?"
"Jane Sampson, I’m your husband." Jas Black lifted a hand and massaged his forehead. "I’m not ’other people.’"
Jas Black’s words made Jane Sampson fall silent again.
Jas Black’s tone turned slightly stern. "Talk!"
Jane Sampson clutched the microphone, her voice aggrieved. "I’m already upset, and now you’re yelling at ~"
That one sentence made Jas Black’s heart tighten. When he spoke again, his tone beca so tender it was almost tangible.
"From now on, if anything happens, you have to call ," he instructed.
"Hmm," Jane Sampson agreed very obediently. Then she plopped herself straight onto the floor, leaned against the table, and continued her conversation with Jas Black. "Honestly, I wasn’t even that upset. Just a little bit. When Grandma first told about this, I already predicted how it would turn out when I refused, so this afternoon’s outco wasn’t all that surprising."
"If you don’t want Julie Sampton to marry into the Chip Family, all you need is one word from you, and there’s no way Julie will ever marry David Chip in this lifeti," Jas Black said. "Do you want that?"
"Whether she marries David Chip or not is her business and has nothing to do with . I won’t help her, but if she has the ability to marry in, I won’t stop her either. I, Jane Sampson, absolutely refuse to do things that harm others without benefiting myself," Jane Sampson said with a cold laugh. "I won’t make myself the second Julie Sampton."
The implication was clear: Jas Black didn’t need to get involved either.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Sampton asked to return the shares Grandpa and Grandma gave . I agreed, so tomorrow I need to make an appointnt with a lawyer to take care of the share transfer. But for now, let’s not tell Grandma," Jane Sampson said dully. "I don’t want Grandma to be upset too."
"True. Having such a stupid son, who can be happy about this matter in the future anyway?" Jas Black rarely mocked or ridiculed anyone so harshly, but Father Sampton was likely the first person to earn that honor.
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