"No, Mom, you donât understand my dad well enough. Heâs a man driven purely by profit. As long as thereâs something to gain, thereâs nothing he wouldnât agree to," Julie Sampton sneered mockingly.
Mother Sampton frowned with some displeasure, "Julie, how can you say that about your father?"
"Iâm just being honest. Do you really think Dad is some great man? No, heâs just a profit-driven businessman obsessed with his reputation. He only cares about his own interests, about who can bring him benefits. Those benefits can be money, power, or even the glory of reputation. The reason he got angry just now was merely because I embarrassed him." Julie Sampton said, "I must marry David Chip!"
Everything would change as long as she married David Chip and became Young Madam Chip.
Mother Sampton sat next to her, unsure how to persuade her. In her view, Julie Sampson seemed obsessed, doing things she couldnât comprehend.
"The Chip Family is wealthy and influential, not something our Sampton Family can aspire to." At least Mother Sampton understood this much.
"So what? Even the Sampton Familyâs foster daughter managed to cling to the Black Familyâs tree. Iâm your biological daughter." Julie Sampson gently touched her stomach. "Jane Sampson isnât the Black Familyâs wife. With the Black Familyâs status and my child, Mom, do you really think I have no chance?"
Julie Sampson had aimed for David Chipâs wife position from the very beginning. After so long, how could she not have made any preparations?
The child was her chosen tool from the start.
"Mom, my menstruation is already half a month late. Iâm probably carrying David Chipâs child already. A child, paired with a marital tie to the Black FamilyâMom, do you really think the Chip Family would still reject this?" Julie Sampson said, "Mom, Jane Sampson and I donât get along. If I go to her, she definitely wonât listen to me. You should persuade Dad and Grandpa and Grandma to step in and talk to Jane for me."
"Letâs not even talk about your dad; your grandparents wonât agree." Mother Sampson shook her head. "You know this alreadyâyour grandparents favor Jane Sampson."
"Then go directly to them and tell them Iâm carrying David Chipâs child. If they donât let me marry him, then Iâll only have one path leftâdeath. If they want to see both me and my unborn child dead, then they can turn a blind eye and not care," Julie Sampson said confidently from the sofa.
"Dad will certainly help convince Grandpa, Grandma, and Jane for the Chip Familyâs sake," Julie Sampson calculated carefully. "The Chip Family might refuse to sell our Sampton Family face, but they certainly wouldnât dare refuse to sell face to the Black Family."
In this Capital Province, there were few people who dared to not respect the Black Familyâs reputation.
And among those few people, the Chip Family was certainly not included.
One is business, the other is officialdom. Since ancient times, business cannot contend with officialdomâthis is an unchanging rule.
"If you knew youâd need Jane Sampsonâs help, why didnât you try to get along with her back then? Jane has a soft temperament. Why canât the two of you just get along?" Mother Sampton sighed. "Nowadays, she doesnât even stay close to me anymore."
This sigh carried not just regret but also a hint of confusion.
Mother Sampson couldnât understand why her interactions with Jane Sampson as a daughter were perfectly fine before, but recently they had grown increasingly distant.