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?"
