She never mentioned in front of him the feeling about the presence of scars, but no girl doesn’t love beauty. Since she changed into pajamas, James Black knew she actually cared.

She just didn’t let others know.

When talking about these scars, she’s always indifferent, always saying that with advanced medicine, she can go abroad for treatment later.

After finishing the video call, Jane Sampson lingered in James Black’s arms for a while.

Holding the mobile phone while scrolling through Moments, she saw Sister Grace had sent her a voice message. She clicked to listen and heard Nia chatting with her.

Nia told Jane Sampson she learned to sing the song Jane Sampson sang and wanted to sing it for her.

Jane Sampson chuckled and sent a WhatsAPP video to Nia.

Even though Nia is young, she’s already skilled with these mobile operations; simple ones like sending voice messages and receiving videos she can handle. Though she can’t read, she remembers the icons.

"Sister Jane, I’ll sing for you~ Mom says I sing very well." Nia blinked her eyes curiously at Jane Sampson on the video, and then, holding the mobile phone, giggled happily.

"Alright, Nia, sing, I’m listening." Jane Sampson nodded, waiting for Nia to sing.

Nia sang the duet from the Spring Festival Gala she performed with James Carter. The little miss enunciated with a childish lisp; the singing wasn’t exceptionally great, but the earnest innocence of the child was particularly infectious.

Nia sang Jane Sampson’s part. Though the little girl couldn’t read, she could remember the lyrics, showing that Nia was quite clever.

A young girl doesn’t understand the sorrow in the lyrics; she couldn’t convey the melody’s subtle emotions, but she sang with great joy, and Jane Sampson was equally pleased to listen.

After Nia finished singing, Jane Sampson enthusiastically applauded and showered Nia with praise.

Nia joyfully waved her arms and legs, holding the mobile phone, which shook along.

Jane Sampson, with a keen eye, spotted a familiar face in the brief passing frame.

"Nia, who is your mom talking to outside?" Jane Sampson asked.

Nia’s bed was close to the ward door, so just now, when the image flashed, Jane Sampson saw Sister Grace at the doorway talking to a person seemingly familiar.

Though it was brief, Jane Sampson believed she wouldn’t mistake this.

"There’s an unknown uncle, Mom doesn’t seem to know him either. The uncle brought a brother and a sister, but they don’t talk much; they just stood outside without coming in," Nia said.

"Nia, when your mom comes in, could you have her call me?" Jane Sampson said. "Sister Jane needs to talk to your mom about something."

"Okay, Sister Jane, I’ll definitely remember to tell Mom," Nia agreed crisply.

Since Jane Sampson needed to discuss something with James Black, she ended the call with Nia without chatting further.

"James," Jane Sampson sat up, turned, and called out to James Black, "I saw Rachel Miller talking to Sister Grace. How could Rachel Miller know Sister Grace?"

"One is the wealthy Young Master of the Miller Family, the other a single mother abandoned by a scumbag; the two clans aren’t relatives, how could they be together?" Jane Sampson was quite puzzled. "I heard from Nia that it seems Sister Grace also doesn’t know Rachel Miller."

"Why is he everywhere?" James Black furrowed his eyebrows, his tone clearly disdainful, evidently a bit displeased.