Chapter 828 - 836 No Difference

An orphan girl whose parents were unknown, a girl who sought refuge with others, and then, a foster daughter.

Each of these terms was like a sharp blade, invisibly stabbing into the heart of Jane Sampson.

They were all mocking Jane Sampson, who had fallen from the cherished state of a little princess pampered in the palm of hands to a dependency-seeking orphan girl overnight.

Between heaven and earth, such a rise and fall could not be more drastic.

While Jane was fully aware of these matters in her heart, it was one thing; to have it so explicitly revealed by someone else was quite another. This so-called clarification, though appearing to defend Jane, was in reality, line by line, a ridicule and mockery of the thorough collapse of her persona as a rich and pretty woman.

Jane was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses, lifted her gaze, and saw Peter Gingery and James Black looking at her with a worried expression.

She paused, then curved the corners of her mouth slightly, her voice trembling, "Why are you all looking at me like that? I’m fine. After all, these are facts, aren’t they?"

"Little Jane, don’t be like this," Peter Gingery couldn’t stand to see Jane Sampson forcing a smile while clearly in immense pain inside, yet still pretending to laugh as if she didn’t care at all.

"I’m really fine." Jane Sampson shook her head gently, "It’s true that my parents are unknown, and I am the foster daughter of the Sampson family, these are indisputable facts."

Therefore, she had no ground for rebuttal.

James Black clearly saw the redness creeping into Jane Sampson’s eye sockets.

These words hurt more than the doubts about the lyrics not being her own work.

James Black reached out, pulling Jane Sampson straight into his arms, pressing her head against his chest, and whispered softly, "You don’t have to smile if you’re unhappy, no one is forcing you to smile regardless of how you feel."

"Yeah, yeah, little Jane, if you’re unhappy, just cry. Look at how you’re trying to hold back, it breaks our hearts," Peter Gingery chimed in with a nod, then added, "And who says you’re not rich and pretty? Look at your fair skin, your beauty. Who dares say you have no money? Saying that is to look down on my brother, to look down on our Black family."

Jane Sampson, who had been feeling a bit sour, was unexpectedly amused by Peter Gingery.

"It’s really rare to hear such praise from you." Jane Sampson lifted her head from James Black’s arms and smiled at Peter Gingery. After thinking for a moment, she hummed and raised her head to look at James Black with a woeful expression, "I really am broke, all my money was spent on buying you a watch."

"I have it," James Black said softly, with a hint of helplessness, "Mine is yours, there’s no difference."

"Your’s is mine?" Jane Sampson asked in a soft voice, and after a pause, she added softly, "And mine is still mine?"

Peter Gingery sat there and sighed at Jane Sampson.

"Look at you, lacking ambition." After seeing that Jane wasn’t as sad as earlier, Peter Gingery spoke to James Black, "Brother, we still need to investigate this matter, to see who this so-called truthful little fairy really is."

There were not a few who knew of Jane Sampson’s relation to the Sampson family, but no one was so idle as to use someone else’s background for internet buzz.

Moreover, Jane Sampson had made her debut some time ago, and this truthful little fairy had suddenly appeared today; it did not seem like a coincidence.

This "truth-telling" little fairy also happened to have a new account that one could tell was just recently created, so Peter Gingery suspected it was a secondary account of some studio.

Or perhaps, this account belonged to certain individuals.

For instance, Julie Sampson.