Then she swiped to answer the call.

“Hey, it’s me.”

“OK.”

Dolores looked down, walking back to the living room. She didn’t speak first. Instead, she just held the phone, waiting for him to speak again.

“I’m downstairs of your apartment. Do you have time now? I want to meet you,” said Sampson.

He only spoke again after they both were silent for a moment.

Dolores answered him with a faint hum. She hung up the phone and took off the apron. Then she walked to Samuel’s room and knocked on the door. “Samuel, I have something to deal with downstairs. Grandma will be back soon. Don’t go out, OK?”

Samuel was standing next to the window, looking down. He saw Sampson talking to Jessica downstairs. Hearing Dolores’ voice, he answered, “Got it.”

Dolores changed into her shoes and went downstairs. In the park, Sampson was talking to Jessica. He wanted to hold Simona, but Jessica refused him. “She’s quite naughty,” she made an excuse.

Jessica never had rejected him before.

This time Sampson definitely felt the alienation from her.

Since she knew that Sampson’s mother had gone to Dolores and realized that he couldn’t marry Dolores, Jessica naturally couldn’t treat Sampson as dearly as before.

After all, in the past, she used to see Sampson as her future son-in-law.

Hence, from now on, she couldn’t continue being enthusiastic to bring him and her daughter together.

It was also unnecessary for the kids to be so intimate with him.

“Excuse me, Aunt Jessica. Did I do anything wrong?” Sampson asked.

“Nope. Nothing goes wrong.” Jessica hurriedly waved her hand, trying to explain, “This little girl doesn’t feel well these days. I’m just afraid she’ll cry.”

“I’ve watched her grow up since her childhood and she’s familiar with me. She won’t cry if I just hold her.”

“Good evening, Sampson.”

Dolores rushed over. “Mom, it’s getting cold now. Please take Simona back home.”

“OK.” Jessica said farewell to Sampson and left in a hurry with Simona in her arms.

“Had dinner yet?” Dolores asked.

Sampson smiled slightly. “I haven’t. Would you cook for me?”

“Of course.”

at

have

“Sure.”

obvious that

as close as

it.” Sampson looked straight at the road ahead. “If I tell you that

gave him an

trust

definitely change after Dolores got to know the

in danger at the same time, who will you rescue?” Suddenly, Dolores stopped and looked at Sampson. “This is a ridiculous question, isn’t it?

so sure?” Sampson

your younger sister. If you could even ignore your own sister’s life and death, you would be an extremely ruthless and cold-blooded man. Then how could you love someone and how could a woman accept the love from such a man like

speak, gazing

correct. Between Maria and her, Maria

that blood was thicker than water. It was only because he

caused Maria to get lost back

mean I would love

then. I don’t think your family would accept me either. Let’s remain the same as we used to be, as long as

very well. She must have a concern for him

he had done for her all these years deserved

of the car

believe that

thoughts were boiling up in Sampson’s heart

Suddenly, he laughed.

asked, “Can you really ignore how well I’ve been treating

still take you as my older brother.”

got to know that it was Maria who planned her car accident, she didn’t look into

show him her attitude now, as well as

the jail, Sampson would also

I’m really a loser.” Sampson

sister didn’t

Dolores didn’t

walking again, walking with light steps on

life.” She also smiled. “I have planned to accept you. After all, we’ve known each other for almost ten

he’d been taking care of her, she had

Helen White would become his younger sister -

her hand, pulled her into his arms, and held her tightly. “She and I are different persons. You can’t deny

your biological younger sister. Do you still think it’s alright?” She knew he was deceiving himself

do you want to deny me and my love to you?”

Dolores didn’t explain.

She never denied him.

she couldn’t be together with Sampson based on

he who couldn’t

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