Chapter 1128 - 1136: This is Asking for Death, Right?

Father Carter smiled faintly, his heart also a bit moved by the fact that Jane Sampson, despite appearing quite youthful, clearly knew how to advance and retreat, understanding what could be asked and what should not. Even if she asked what she shouldn’t, she wouldn’t push the matter to the end and could admit her mistake in time.

Being around such a girl should be quite relaxing, so Father Carter thought. No wonder his eldest son got along so well with this little miss.

"Didn’t get too scared today, did you? Where are you hurt?" Father Carter opened the car door, letting Jane wait inside the car while asking these questions, his voice sounding very gentle.

"If I said I wasn’t scared, that wouldn’t seem truthful. To be honest, I was a little frightened." Jane’s heart was still suspended in that moment; every minute Coco Edwards hadn’t been rescued, every minute the first responders hadn’t arrived, she hadn’t dared to breathe.

As for where she herself was injured, Jane didn’t know.

She just felt tightness in her chest and severe dizziness, probably because she reacted too slowly during the car accident and may have suffered a mild concussion.

To be honest, she felt dizzy while making the call to the police, but she didn’t dare let herself faint. So she kept pinching the flesh on her thigh to stay a bit more alert with the pain.

Fortunately, rescue eventually arrived.

She had been steadfastly waiting for those soldiers to rescue Coco and now, seeing Father Carter, she didn’t know why, but it seemed like seeing a familiar senior, a known elder here, suddenly gave her a sense of backbone, and she wasn’t as panicked as she had been at first.

Over there, it took just a short time for several soldiers to carry Coco out from inside the car. Seeing this, Jane felt no intention of waiting in the car, she immediately ran over.

At the sight of Coco’s leg, Jane’s tears almost fell.

"How are her legs?" Jane’s heart trembled.

"They are stuck quite tightly. The impact was too strong; the lightest injury would be a fracture," one soldier said, basing it on his experience and not hiding the truth from Jane.

Father Carter came down from the car, walked to Jane’s side, and gently patted her, saying, "Don’t be afraid, the ambulance has entered, and it will arrive in two or three minutes. You are injured too, don’t run around, wait for the ambulance, and go to the hospital for an examination."

"Don’t be scared, Monkey King of Sampton, your friend is temporarily out of danger," said the soldier, hastening to speak up and comfort her when he saw Jane’s tearful demeanor. "It’s okay, the ambulance will be here in a while."

"Monkey King of Sampton?" Father Carter, hearing this nickname, frowned slightly. "What does that mean? Jane, why are they calling you that?"

The soldier hadn’t expected a person of Minister Carter’s stature to be acquainted with their "Monkey King of Sampton," and mentioning "Jane" sounded like they had a pretty good relationship.

A little warrior wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered in a low voice, "Minister Carter, Monkey King of Sampton... oh no, is little Jane the heiress who just returned from studying abroad?"

Another little warrior heard it, and his heart skipped a beat.

Calling someone’s beloved daughter "Monkey King of Sampton" in front of her father—was this a death wish?

The soldier looked closely at Father Carter and Jane for a while, then quietly said, "Minister Carter, you and your heiress do bear some resemblance. But I thought your daughter took her mother’s surname?"

Otherwise, how could father and daughter have different surnames?