"Who told you that?" Coco Edwards laughed.
"James Black, he said staying up late makes you uglier, but thatās secondary; the most important thing is that it makes you dumber." Jane Sampson explained seriously, "I think heās right, like when we donāt get enough sleep, our memory really declines, and our reaction time goes down too, which makes us dumber."
Today, the weather in the Capital Province was particularly nice, and the plane took off on time. Jane Sampson, Coco Edwards, and James Carter were just in the right mood to play landlord.
The time on the airplane was spent by the three of them around the card table.
The flight time was about ten minutes less than expected.
The plane landed smoothly, and while it was still taxiing and hadnāt stopped yet, James Carter couldnāt resist turning on his mobile phone.
He sat back in his seat, nudging Jane Sampson and Coco Edwards, then opened the new messages on WhatsApp.
The plane had flown for three and a half hours, and his assistant had sent him a WhatsApp message ten plus minutes ago.
There were a few photos.
James Carter swiped through them one by one; professionally, he couldnāt understand them, but on the last one, he understood.
There was a row of data on it.
99.99%
Behind a string of data, there was also an analysis of the appraisal results.
One sentence: According to the test results, the data of the two samples compared confirm they are direct relatives.
Seeing this sentence, James Carterās hand, holding the mobile phone, suddenly trembled.
With a thud, the mobile phone fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the phoneās quality was excellent, and even though it hit the ground, there was no damage.
Jane Sampson, who was a few steps ahead chatting with Coco Edwards, noticed the commotion on James Carterās side. She turned her head to check and swiftly ran back, bent down to pick up the phone for James, and out of courtesy, didnāt glance at the mobile phone screen. Instead, she handed the phone back to James Carter, saying, "Mr. Carter, your phone, youād better put it away safely; dropping it twice might damage it."
James Carter stood there motionless, his eyes fixed on Jane Sampson.
After a few seconds, he seemed to come to his senses and reached out to take back the mobile phone, putting it into his pocket.
But the next second, out of control, James Carter directly reached out and embraced Jane Sampsonās shoulders.
He was somewhat choked and couldnāt speak.
Fate is so mischievous.
James Carter really hadnāt expected that fate would play such tricks on him.
Before this, he never imagined that Jillian Carter was not his real sister.
Never imagined that his sister would be sent to live with others, enduring hardships.
His sister...
"Mr. Carter, whatās wrong with you?" Jane Sampson was startled.
Since knowing James Carter, she had never seen him like this.
She knew James Carter wasnāt a frivolous person, so when James Carter suddenly hugged her, she didnāt push him away.
He held her tightly with both hands, his cane already fallen to the side.
It took a long time before James Carter slowly let go of Jane Sampson, and he said, "Jane, Iām sorry, I probably canāt return to the film crew immediately, I have urgent family matters and need to go home, could you and your assistant head back first?"
Jane Sampson nodded, bent down to pick up James Carterās cane, and handed it to him, "Did something happen in your house? Mr. Carter, donāt worry, and donāt panic. If thereās anything I can help with, tell me, and I will definitely help you."
"Silly girl," James Carter chuckled softly, reaching out to pat Jane Sampsonās head, "itās something very important. Iāll tell you tomorrow. You go back to the crew to film at ease. If nothing unexpected happens, Iāll be back tomorrow."