She never mentioned in front of him the feeling about the presence of scars, but no girl doesnāt love beauty. Since she changed into pajamas, James Black knew she actually cared.
She just didnāt let others know.
When talking about these scars, sheās always indifferent, always saying that with advanced medicine, she can go abroad for treatment later.
After finishing the video call, Jane Sampson lingered in James Blackās arms for a while.
Holding the mobile phone while scrolling through Moments, she saw Sister Grace had sent her a voice message. She clicked to listen and heard Nia chatting with her.
Nia told Jane Sampson she learned to sing the song Jane Sampson sang and wanted to sing it for her.
Jane Sampson chuckled and sent a WhatsAPP video to Nia.
Even though Nia is young, sheās already skilled with these mobile operations; simple ones like sending voice messages and receiving videos she can handle. Though she canāt read, she remembers the icons.
"Sister Jane, Iāll sing for you~ Mom says I sing very well." Nia blinked her eyes curiously at Jane Sampson on the video, and then, holding the mobile phone, giggled happily.
"Alright, Nia, sing, Iām listening." Jane Sampson nodded, waiting for Nia to sing.
Nia sang the duet from the Spring Festival Gala she performed with James Carter. The little miss enunciated with a childish lisp; the singing wasnāt exceptionally great, but the earnest innocence of the child was particularly infectious.
Nia sang Jane Sampsonās part. Though the little girl couldnāt read, she could remember the lyrics, showing that Nia was quite clever.
A young girl doesnāt understand the sorrow in the lyrics; she couldnāt convey the melodyās subtle emotions, but she sang with great joy, and Jane Sampson was equally pleased to listen.
After Nia finished singing, Jane Sampson enthusiastically applauded and showered Nia with praise.
Nia joyfully waved her arms and legs, holding the mobile phone, which shook along.
Jane Sampson, with a keen eye, spotted a familiar face in the brief passing frame.
"Nia, who is your mom talking to outside?" Jane Sampson asked.
Niaās bed was close to the ward door, so just now, when the image flashed, Jane Sampson saw Sister Grace at the doorway talking to a person seemingly familiar.
Though it was brief, Jane Sampson believed she wouldnāt mistake this.
"Thereās an unknown uncle, Mom doesnāt seem to know him either. The uncle brought a brother and a sister, but they donāt talk much; they just stood outside without coming in," Nia said.
"Nia, when your mom comes in, could you have her call me?" Jane Sampson said. "Sister Jane needs to talk to your mom about something."
"Okay, Sister Jane, Iāll definitely remember to tell Mom," Nia agreed crisply.
Since Jane Sampson needed to discuss something with James Black, she ended the call with Nia without chatting further.
"James," Jane Sampson sat up, turned, and called out to James Black, "I saw Rachel Miller talking to Sister Grace. How could Rachel Miller know Sister Grace?"
"One is the wealthy Young Master of the Miller Family, the other a single mother abandoned by a scumbag; the two clans arenāt relatives, how could they be together?" Jane Sampson was quite puzzled. "I heard from Nia that it seems Sister Grace also doesnāt know Rachel Miller."
"Why is he everywhere?" James Black furrowed his eyebrows, his tone clearly disdainful, evidently a bit displeased.