"Sister, stop talking." Bright Sampton's voice gradually grew smaller. He stood there, his eye sockets a little red.
"Bright Sampton, as someone who's died once, let me tell you something." Julie Sampton reached out and patted Bright Sampton's shoulder. "Don't give everything for someone who isn't worth it, then end up letting the person who's giving everything for you feel that you're not worth it either."
"That man has always loved only himself and money from beginning to end. He's never loved the Sampton Family, never loved me, never loved our mother, and he doesn't have much love for you either. In his eyes, I'm just a tool he can use. In his eyes, you're just a prop for carrying on the family line, nothing more."
