"James, it turns out Jillianâs mom and dad are my mom and dad, and Mr. Carter is my brother," Jane Sampson couldnât contain her excitement. "I didnât believe it at first. I thought Mr. Carter and they were just comforting me by telling a white lie. But Mr. Carter even showed me the paternity test. He secretly took my hair this morning and got it done."
"The Carter family?" James Blackâs voice was filled with astonishment. "Itâs actually the Carter family?"
As an observer, James Black found it hard to deny. When he discovered Jane Sampsonâs biological parents were from the Carter family, he was truly shocked and found it hard to believe.
However, since it was the Carter family, James understood. No wonder Jane Sampson was so delighted and quick to believe it.
Because Jane was familiar with the Carter family, and ever since she knew them, they had always treated her well.
At the same time, James understood that if it were the Carter family, it was inevitable that no information was left at the hospital in the past.
Old Sir Carter and Father Carter were both defenders, and naturally, they wouldnât easily leave their familyâs information at such a minor hospital for protection purposes.
Moreover, back then, Mrs. Carter was accompanied by a bodyguard, indicating that the Carter familyâs situation was special at the time, requiring even more cautious actions.
"Are you surprised too?" Jane Sampson lay on the bed, rolling around happily as she spoke on the mobile phone, "James, Iâm really happy. I never imagined my mom and dad would be them."
"I have you, grandfather, auntie, and now mom and dad too. James, suddenly, I feel like my life is complete," Jane said. "I like them, I like the Carter family, theyâre all really nice people."
James chuckled softly, "Thatâs complete? Donât you feel like youâre still missing something?"
"Missing what?" Jane asked earnestly, puzzled.
"Weâre missing our child," James said with a barely concealed smile, "Weâre missing a child."
"..." Jane huffed, realizing what James was implying afterward.
She didnât want James to feel pleased with himself, so she snorted and said, "Iâm a baby too, you know, Daddy Black, and you donât even give your baby any candy."
"Huh," James gave Jane a faint scoff.
"You have to treat me better now because I have mom and dad. If you make me unhappy, I can go back to my motherâs home," Jane laughed triumphantly, "If you upset me, Iâll just live at mom and dadâs house and ignore you."
"Wishful thinking. Dare to leave, and Iâll break your legs," James said sternly.
Yet Jane wasnât scared at all; she laughed merrily on the phone.
Jane was quite keen on doing things that could upset James Black anyway.
"You wouldnât bear to~" Jane stated confidently, and a tad smugly, "Anyway, youâll have to treat me better, and Iâll share half of my mom and dad with you."
"How should I be good to you?" James asked with interest.
"Buy me milk tea, buy me ice cream, buy me..."
Before Jane could finish, James interrupted her.
"Then you might as well just stay unhappy," he said, "What youâre thinking is quite fanciful."
Jane: ....
One sentence from James about how fanciful her thinking was left Jane speechless.
She knew it would be like this.