Summer stopped there and fixed her gaze on Leonardo.
His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, like a furious lion that could pounce on and attack her at any
time.
Summer was both annoyed and hesitant when she said it.
She could not believe that Leonardo would be so unreasonable.
After a while, Leonardo calmed down a bit and said slowly, "Since you know you are not my rival, you
should do what I tell you to do. Don't make trouble."
His tone was extremely icy. His message was clear, but the way he said it scared Summer.
Her eyes narrowed.
Before she could react, Leonardo continued, "As for the child, you'd better keep him safe." The corners
of his mouth curled up into a grim smile. He turned around and left.
Summer sat on the sofa, watching Leonardo leave.
She stared at the closed door for a while before leaning back against the sofa in distress.
It had been a long day.
Summer was uncomfortable sitting on the sofa. She lay down and thought about what had happened
today.
When she was half-awake in the morning, a maid woke her up, saying that Charlie asked her to come
over.
Then she went to his place. But Charlie was not in his room. Hearing a loud noise, she went to the
stairs and found Charlie fell down.
He was rushed to hospital and taken to the operating room. Michael interrogated the maids about what
had happened.
A maid said she heard Summer's voice and went out to check. She then found Charlie had fallen down
the stairs. Leonardo thought it was Michael who did it. Alisa jumped out and accused Summer as the
culprit.
The reason Alisa gave was ridiculous. How could she hurt Charlie for what had happened between her
and Eliza?
Any reasonable people would know it didn't make sense.
However, Leonardo believed it. He came back and questioned her.
He suspected her and asked the police to get involved when no one took action.
This was suspicious.
Leonardo seemed to target at her on purpose.
Why?
Summer knew him very well. Normally, in circumstances like this, he wouldn't blame her. He would
investigate the truth, wouldn't he?
Unless...
Unless Leonardo knew the truth and who did it!
Did he have his own plans? Was he blaming her so as to find the underlying cause of it?
Summer felt she had figured it out. But she thought it through again and overturned her hypothesis.
Summer fell asleep, her mind occupied.
She woke up on her bed the next day.
She sat up and touched the place besides her blankly. It was cold. Leonardo didn't sleep here.
She recalled that she had fallen asleep on sofa last night.
Did he come back?
Summer put on her clothes, got out of the bed, and opened the door. There were bodyguards outside.
Tim wasn't there. Summer found some bodyguards very familiar. She had seen them in Leonardo's
villa.
"Did Leonardo come back last night?" She asked calmly.
One bodyguard answered, "Mr. Emerson came back in the middle of the night and left before dawn."
"Did he say anything?" Summer frowned and asked anxiously.
He shook his head.
Summer asked with her lips pursed, "How is Charlie?"
He shook his head again.
Summer closed the door and went back.
Pondering for a while, she decided to call Leonardo.
But she could not find her phone.
Did Leonardo come back and take her phone away?
Summer went out and asked the bodyguard, "Do you have phone? Can I use it?"
He did not give Summer his phone. Instead, he asked, "Mrs. Emerson, do you want to call Mr.
Emerson?"
Puzzled, she nodded and said, "Yes."
He called Leonardo and handed his phone to Summer. "Please."
Leonardo answered after a while.
His voice was a bit hoarse.
"Hello?"
His tone was still chilly. Summer asked icily, "Did you come back last night?"
Leonardo said impatiently, "Why are you calling?"
"How's Charlie?"
"Still unconscious."
"Where's my phone?"
"I don't know."
Summer had been holding back her anger from yesterday until now. Unable to contain it any more, she
took it out on Leonardo. "Bullshit. You came back last night to take my phone, didn't you?"
Not waiting for his answer, Summer continued, "Are you afraid that I'll see something that you don't
want me to see? Or do you try to prevent me from calling others?"
"I'll hang up."
With that, Leonardo hung up.
Summer fought the urge to throw away the phone and returned it to the bodyguard. "Thank you."
Then she went back.
She kicked the door twice the moment she was in the room.
Bastard!
Not long after, there was another knock.
"Mrs. Emerson, time for dinner."
The voice was familiar.
"I have no appetite!" She was so angry that she didn't want to eat at all.
"Even if you don't, you have to think of your child."
Summer frowned. How could a maid be so impolite?
After a few seconds, her eyes lit up. She trotted over and opened the door. "Jessica!"
It was Jessica.
Upon seeing Summer, Jessica scolded her, "Skipping meals! How dare you!"
"Let's go inside."
Carl stood behind Jessica.
Knowing it wasn't a good place to have private conversations, Summer invited them in and then closed
the door.
"Why are you here?" Summer asked as she ate.
Jessica suddenly became serious. She took out a piece of newspaper and handed it to Summer. She
then gave her phone to Summer after finding the page she wanted Summer to see.
Summer flipped through the newspaper.
There was a long news report about Charlie, almost covering the entire page.
The reporter made speculation and groundless assumptions, and ended with an accusation that
Summer was the suspect.
Jessica asked her worriedly, "Summer, didn't you see the news?"
Summer threw the newspaper aside and took Jessica's phone. "My phone is gone."
The incident of Charlie rolling down the stairs was not enough to cause such a sensation.
The reason for the commotion was that the person who pushed him down was probably his
granddaughter-in-law.
People were curious about grudge between wealthy families.
The incident was so trending that it made several headlines.
Being suspected by Leonardo was so painful that she didn't feel anything when she saw the report.
She looked up and asked Jessica, "Do you believe it?"
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