"Okay, thank you, Uncle Carter." Having said this, Jane Sampton knew Minister Carter was busy with work, so she took the initiative to say she wouldn't disturb his work anymore.
After hanging up the phone, Jane Sampton held her mobile phone, her eyes slightly red.
Ever since she found out that she was not the biological child of the Sampton family, Jane Sampton would inevitably feel envious every time she saw affectionate families walking down the street with their children.
Even thinking, if only I were that child.
Just like at this moment, she couldn't help but wish Uncle Carter was her daddy; Uncle Carter was such a nice person, so good to his daughter. If she were Uncle Carter's daughter, she would surely never let such a father be disappointed or sad.
Unfortunately, those who have it don't appreciate it.
And those who don't, are always hopelessly wishing and longing from the side.
