Chapter 100: Chapter 100



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Then, he slid over to answer the call.

“Hi, it’s me.”

“Yes.”

Dolores looked down, turning back to the living room. She didn’t speak first.

Instead, she merely held the phone, waiting for him to speak again.

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

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

Dolores answered him with a faint buzz. She hung up the phone and took off her apron. Then she went to Samuel’s room and knocked on the door. “Samuel, I have to take care of something downstairs. Grandma will be back soon. Don’t go out, okay?”

Samuel was standing by the window, looking downstairs. He saw Sampson talking to Jessica downstairs. Hearing Dolores’ voice, he replied, “Understood.”

Dolores put on her shoes and went downstairs. In the park, Sampson was talking to Jessica. He wanted to hug Simona, but Jessica turned him down.

“She’s very naughty,” he excused himself.

Jessica had never turned him down before.

This time Sampson definitely felt the pull away from her.

Since he had learned that Sampson’s mother had gone to Dolores and realized that he could not marry her, Jessica naturally could not treat Sampson as fondly as before.

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

Therefore, as of now, she could no longer be enthusiastic about bringing him and her daughter together.

Nor was it necessary for the children to be so intimate with him.

“Excuse me, Aunt Jessica, did I do something wrong?” asked Sampson.

“No. Nothing’s wrong.” Jessica hastily waved her hand, trying to explain, “This child is not feeling well these days. I’m afraid she’ll cry.”

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

“Good night, Sampson.”

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

“Okay.” Jessica said goodbye to Sampson and hurried out with Simona in her arms.

“Have you had dinner yet?” asked Dolores.

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

“Of course.”

They smiled at each other.

“Shall we take a walk?”

“Sure.”

It was clear that their relationship had changed.

They weren’t as close as they used to be.

“You heard.” Sampson looked straight down the road. “If I told you I found out a little while ago, would you believe me?”

“I don’t know.” Dolores gave him an ambiguous answer.

“You still don’t trust me.” Sampson smiled bitterly.

He had predicted that her attitude toward him would definitely change after Dolores learned the truth. And it had.

“When Maria Herbert and I are in danger at the same time, who will you rescue?” Dolores suddenly stopped and looked at Sampson. “It’s a ridiculous question, isn’t it? But you’d definitely rescue her before you’d save me.”

“What makes you so sure?” Sampson stared at her.

“There are all kinds of loves in this world. After all, blood is thicker than water. Family affection is the most precious. She’s your little sister. If you could even ignore the life and death of your own sister, you would be an extremely ruthless and cold-blooded man. Then how could you love anyone and how could a woman accept the love of a man like you?” Sampson did not speak, looking at her in silence.

What she was saying was correct. Between Mary and her, Mary had more priority than she did in his heart.

However, it wasn’t because that blood was thicker than water. It was only because he felt guilty about Mary.

It was his negligence that caused Mary to be lost back then.

“But that doesn’t mean I love you any less.”

“But then I can’t accept you for who you are. I don’t think your family will accept me either. Let’s go on as before, as long as you still want to treat me like a younger sister.”

Sampson frowned. He knew Dolores very well. She should care about him now, but he had never expected that she could be so decisive.

He wondered if what he had done for her all these years was worth her being with him.

Even if he had hidden the truth of the car accident, his affection for her was not false.

He couldn’t believe that Dolores could ignore it all.

All the thoughts boiled in Sampson’s heart fiercely.

Suddenly, he burst out laughing.

Looking at Dolores, he asked, “Can you really ignore how well I’ve treated you?”

“I can’t. I still take you as my big brother.” Dolores said it from the bottom of her heart.

When she learned that it was Mary who planned her car accident, she didn’t notice her just because of Sampson.

Dolores wanted to show him her attitude now, as well as for her future plan.

If she really sent Maria to jail one day, Sampson would also have a grudge in his heart.

“As a big brother, I’m really terrible.” Sampson smiled.

His biological younger sister didn’t understand him.

Even Dolores didn’t trust him.

Dolores started walking again, treading lightly along the edge of the road.

“That’s probably how life is.” She smiled, too. “I had planned to accept you. After all, we’ve known each other for almost ten years…”

Because of Jessica and the way he had been taking care of her, he had thought about it.

Who would have predicted that Helen White would become his younger sister, Maria Herbert?

Sampson grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly. “She and I are different people. You can’t deny me just because of her. This is unfair to me.”

“But she’s your biological younger sister, do you still think she’s okay?” She knew he was fooling himself and others by saying that.

“Just because she set you up, you want to deny me and my love for you?” asked Sampson almost interrogatively.

Dolores did not explain.

She never denied it.

She just clearly understood that she could not stand by Sampson based on this kind of relationship.

It was he who couldn’t see it clearly.

“What if I don’t want to be your brother but just your beloved man?”

Sampson looked at his shadow, which was tangled with the shadows of the trees illuminated by the street lamps. It was difficult to differentiate his shadow from that of the trees.

His eyes gradually grew darker, as if he had made up his mind. “I can agree, but you should go for a drink with me tonight. I’m not in a good mood.”

“It’s too late.” Dolores tried to refuse.

“I just want to have a drink with you. Can’t you do it? Do you really have to push me away like this?” Sampson lifted her face.

He looked into her eyes and made her look into his.

If he could understand and let go in this way, Dolores would be willing to do it.

So, she agreed.

“All right.”

“I know a quiet place.” Sampson tugged on her hand.

Dolores was almost dragged by him.

After sitting in his car, Sampson handed her a bottle of water. “Your lips are pretty dry.”

He started the engine.

Dolores reached up to touch her lips: they were fine. Since she wasn’t thirsty, she didn’t drink the water in her hands.

Driving down the road at a steady pace, Sampson glanced to the side and gave her a look.

“So now what, you won’t even drink my water, are you afraid I’ll drug you?”.

“What are you talking about? I’m just not thirsty.” Dolores opened the cap of the bottle and took a sip – it was just the taste of ordinary mineral water. She closed the cap. “Does this work?”

Sampson didn’t answer, concentrating on driving.

If she studied his expression closely, she would undoubtedly see the blue veins sprouting at his temples.

Soon the car pulled up in front of a private club.

Sampson got out first. He walked to her side and opened the door for her.

“I can get out myself.”

Sampson took her hand. Sensing that Dolores was about to pull back, he gripped it tighter. “Just for once. Please allow me to hold your hand as if you were my girlfriend. After tonight, it would be nice if you could still take me as your big brother. If not…”

“What are you talking about? You sound like you want to break up with me.” Dolores found that Sampson was behaving rather strangely today.

However, she couldn’t say clearly what made her feel that way.

Sampson laughed.

If he really did rape her, she would definitely break up with him based on his personality.

She would no longer like him just as Maria had said.

If it really mattered, she should have the first man who had sex with her in her heart, shouldn’t she?

At the thought of Dolores’ first man, Sampson’s heart suddenly contracted. Gripping her hand tightly, his inner voice said, ‘Dolores, you can’t blame me.

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