CEO's Reborn Wife

Chapter 117: Chapter 125: Do You Remember?

”Dad, it’s just being an actor, so what’s there to get so angry about?” Bright Sampton directly pushed Jane Sampson aside and stood in front of her protectively, ”We’re just talking here—why did you have to hit sister?”

”Bright Sampton, mind your own business and stay out of this!” Julie Sampson’s temper flared up at Bright Sampton’s intervention.

”Julie Sampson, shut your mouth!” Bright Sampton had never been one to listen in the house, and if he did listen to anyone, it was only Jane Sampson, ”If you think being an actor brings shame upon the family, then I find that laughable. What era are we living in? Actors are artists, where’s the shame in that? Besides, our ancestors weren’t Emperors or nobles, so when did these rules come into play? And dad, as a father, you can’t be so biased. Talking about public exposure, how is she, Julie Sampson, any different? The host is an artist, the actor is an artist—is there a hierarchy among them? At least sister relies on her own genuine talent to earn her status, whereas Julie Sampson is even less capable compared to my sister. Wasn’t Julie just a host who got her position because you guys threw a lot of money and pulled strings for her?”

Bright Sampton’s words were undoubtedly a slap in Julie Sampton’s face.

”Bright Sampton!” Julie Sampton’s voice suddenly turned shrill, ”Sister, sister, I’m your real sister. Why do you always side with an outsider to bully me!”

”Bright Sampton, watch your mouth,” Mother Sampton scolded.

”Mom, I know you have your favorites, but you can’t be this biased!” Bright Sampton couldn’t hold it in any longer and yelled towards Julie Sampton, ”I’ll tell you, Julie Sampton, in this house, there are no outsiders! Jane Sampson will forever be my sister, Bright Sampton, and even if we don’t share a blood relation, in my heart she’s the only sister I have! In my heart, you are just a selfish, cold-blooded, and extreme person!”

”That’s enough, Bright Sampton,” Jane Sampson tugged at Bright Sampton, who stood before her. Him going this far for her was enough; she was already content.

”Sister, don’t stop me! There are some things I’ve been holding in for a long time! Today, I must say them!” Bright Sampton growled, shaking off Jane Sampson’s hand, ”In my heart, in this world, sister is the dearest person to me. When I was little and had a high fever, what were you doing, dad? And what about you, mom? Do you remember?”

Bright Sampton’s eyes reddened slightly as he spoke, ”Dad was busy finding pleasure among women after his social events, mom was obsessed with playing mahjong with her little sisters, the nanny had taken leave and didn’t come, and at home, no one remembered to feed me and sister who were starving. It was my sister, only ten years old, who cooked noodles for me with a high fever, even scalded by boiling water. She still has a small scar on the back of her foot to this day. In the middle of the night, when no one was at home, with my fever so high that I was delirious, it was my sister who carried me on her back, walking out of the house all the way to where there were people, crying for someone to take us to the hospital, begging the doctor to treat me. I will always remember how thin my ten-year-old sister was; her shoulders were so small. I will always remember the sound of my sister’s loud crying asking for help on the road. I remember my sister beside my sickbed, holding my hand, telling me, ’Don’t be scared, little brother; you’ll feel better after the shot.’”

Bright Sampton raised his hand, wiping away tears, ”The doctor said that if I had gone to the hospital any later, I would have almost been a goner. So, although you and mom gave birth to me, it was my sister who gave me a second life.”