Even Bright Samptonâs mother is exceptionally loving towards her.
Jane Sampson thought, perhaps, the moment a woman becomes a mother, she is destined to love her child deeply.
So, Jane Sampson secretly thought, perhaps, she could soon expect her share of tenderness.
Oscar Wilson was fooling around on the side, proudly showing off to his mom how he got up close with his idol, and he urged Madam Wilson to quickly capture a screenshot of the video to show off in her sistersâ group.
After the excitement lasted for about ten minutes, Oscar Wilson reluctantly ended the video call, and then he seemed to remember something, tugging at Jane Sampsonâs sleeve, saying, "Come with me to the side. I have something I want to talk to you about privately."
Peter Gingery, who had been coldly sidelined all this time, glared and muttered to himself, wondering if this brat was trying to poach.
"Whatâs so secretive that you need to talk privately?" Peter Gingery directly positioned himself between Oscar Wilson and Jane Sampson, making it clear he wasnât allowing it.
"I tell you, Little Protein Prince who got dumped, how come youâre not living up to your nickname, with no self-awareness like that of your nickname? Youâve been ditched," Oscar Wilson teased relentlessly, "Before, I thought you two were a pair, but it turns out youâre not, so why should you know when I and Goddess Sampton have a private chat?"
Having said that, Oscar Wilson swiftly changed direction and, taking Jane Sampson by the hand, ran away.
Not until they reached the courtyard did Oscar Wilson, looking quite smug, taunt Peter Gingery who was standing in front of the patio window with a piercing stare. After having his share of laughs, he suddenly asked, "Jane Sampson, how did you offend Jillian Carter before? I remember it wasnât long ago, probably about three or four months back, I donât recall exactly how long, but one day, Jillian Carter suddenly asked my dad to help investigate you."
"Blame it on my excessive beauty; all the women in the world are desperately jealous of me," Jane Sampson flicked her hair, her face full of helplessness.
"..." Oscar Wilson had the look of someone wondering if his ears had gone deaf, "You really are shameless."
Oscar Wilson suddenly understood why Jillian Carter wanted to deal with Jane Sampson: because this woman had the capacity to infuriate people without facing the consequences.
"Iâm serious," Oscar Wilson said, "but later my dad refused to help and even went to his familyâs house to talk to his dad about this. But if my dad doesnât help, it doesnât mean Jillian Carter wonât find someone else to investigate you. So, watch out for Jillian Carter."
"Your family knows the Carter family?" Jane Sampson asked curiously.
"More than just know them, we have a major connection," Oscar Wilson nodded, "My dad is Uncle Carterâs man, we are all grownups here, you understand what Iâm saying, right?"
Jane Sampson understood that Oscar Wilsonâs father must be a subordinate, subaltern, or perhaps a confidant of Jillian Carterâs father.
"However, it is strange that after Jillian Carterâs thing about investigating you, itâs been quite some time. She was suddenly brought back from Capital Province by Uncle Carter, and according to my parents, Uncle Carter sent Jillian to be disciplined by her grandparents living in the countryside," Oscar Wilson shuddered at the thought of grandparents Carter, "If you think about it, itâs kind of tragic."
"Is the living condition harsh?" asked Jane Sampson, perplexed. Otherwise, how could staying with grandparents be tragic?
She was quite happy when she stayed with her grandparents.
"Itâs not about the living conditions," Oscar Wilson shook his head, "Grandparents Carter built a fairly big house in the countryside because they like the environment there, and they even employed nannies. Theyâre living well. What I mean is, grandparents Carter are particularly strict with children, they are not as open-minded as my grandparents."