Leonardo whacked Michael so hard that Michael even spat out mouthfuls of blood, unable to utter a
single complete sentence.
"You...." Once Michael opened his mouth, fresh blood would gush out of his throat.
"Leonardo, stop! You will kill him" Violet stepped forward to pull Leonardo, but he threw her away. Violet
fell to the ground.
Violet propped herself up and sat up, stroking her chest, "Leonardo, I know we were wrong, but...."
Leonardo suddenly let go of Michael and turned around to look at her coldly. His voice carried an
indescribable gloominess, "Do you know how Nathan died?"
Hearing him say this, Violet felt suspicious as her eyes flashed, "Nathan? Wasn't it an accident?"
She turned to look at Michael and asked, "Brother, did you have anything to do with Nathan's death?"
Michael lay on the ground, breathing heavily. He simply had no energy to reply to Violet.
Violet covered her face and cried bitterly, "I never wanted to hurt Nathan nor anyone, but back then, we
did something wrong. We told a lie, made mistakes step by step, and used countless lies to make up
for it...."
Leonardo didn't have the mood to listen to Violet's confession.
In this world, there were some mistakes that could be forgiven, but there were some that could never
be corrected for the rest of the life.
Violet's life.
Some sinners were destined to be unforgivable.
Leonardo stood up and walked out without looking back.
As he opened the basement door, Tim stayed outside with his bodyguards.
Seeing Leonardo come out, they respectfully called out in unison, "Mr. Emerson."
"Find a doctor for him. Don't let him die." Leonardo said expressionlessly.
"Yes." Tim glanced at Michael inside.
The next moment, a "BANG" suddenly sounded from inside.
Leonardo did not turn around. Standing opposite him, Tim glanced again and said, "Mrs. Wilson killed
herself by hitting the wall."
There was no obvious change in Leonardo's expression. He only said faintly, "Go and see if she has
died."
Tim knew Leonardo's relationship with Violet was not bad in the past, but he didn't expect that they
would come to this end.
He raised his head and looked at Leonardo. Leonardo had a sullen face, and there was not a trace of
emotion on his face. He was so cold that he did not look like a normal man.
Tim's heart trembled as he walked in to check Violet's breath.
Afterwards, he returned to Leonardo's side and reported, "She is still alive."
"Don't let them die." After Leonardo finished speaking, he lifted his foot and left.
Death was too easy for them.
To Leonardo, it was hardly enough to resolve his hatred.
Leonardo went to another room and took a shower. Then he changed his clothes before returning to his
room to find Summer.
However, when he returned to his room, he found that there was no one there.
Leonardo's expression changed. In an instant, his face turned cold. He asked gloomily, "Where is
Summer?"
The bodyguard immediately replied, "Mrs. Emerson has gone to visit Mr. Charlie."
Hearing this, Leonardo turned around and went to Charlie's courtyard.
It was already evening, and the weather was slightly cold.
When Leonardo went over, he saw Summer and Charlie sitting side by side under the eaves.
Charlie was still the same as usual. He sat on the wheelchair with his head tilted in a daze, his
expression dull.
Summer sat beside him and whispered to him.
No one knew if Charlie had heard it or not. However, he would laugh occasionally, but it looked like he
was laughing foolishly.
When Leonardo saw Summer, he strode towards her.
Summer felt someone coming over and saw him as soon as she turned around. She called out his
name, "Leonardo."
Leonardo quickly walked up to her. He put on a serious face and said angrily, "Didn't I tell you to have a
good rest in the room?"
"I can't sleep, so I came to see Grandpa. Since I came back from Sydney, I haven't seen him." Summer
held Charlie's hand.
It was a little sad to see this old man who used to be arrogant and serious had been reduced to such a
sorry state.
Leonardo glanced at Charlie and instructed the bodyguards beside him, "Take Grandpa back to the
room."
Then, he pulled Summer and walked to the room.
Summer was reluctant to go with him, so she couldn't help looking back at Charlie.
Without saying a word, Leonardo directly picked her up.
At the corner, he turned around and looked in the direction of Charlie's room.
Perhaps it was not bad for Grandfather to be like this.
Returning to his room, Leonardo pressed Summer on the bed, "Have a good rest. I'll watch over you."
Summer could feel that ever since she had been captured and injured by Adams, Leonardo had
become even more cautious.
"This is just a minor injury." In the past few days, Summer had already explained to him numerous
times.
Leonardo only glanced at her and reached out to tuck the blanket for her. He sat in the bed without
saying a word, as if he would always be here if she didn't sleep.
Summer had no other options but to close her eyes.
After a while, she realized that she had difficulty to sleep, so she opened her eyes, only to find that
Leonardo was still staring at her like before.
Seeing Summer wake up, Leonardo narrowed his eyes as if he had met danger.
Summer could only close her eyes and talk to him, "Are you going to stay here all the time? Aren't you
going to look for Adams?"
"He will come to us tomorrow." After Leonardo finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows slightly and
said, "You may sleep now."
"I can't fall sleep." Summer took a deep breath and said, "As long as I remember that Rosie is still with
Adams, I can't sleep."
She had already seen how perverted Adams was. When he went crazy, he completely ignored
everything.
Now that she closed her eyes, all sorts of scenes of Adams abusing Rosie would appear in her mind.
She even had no guts to think about that at all.
During the past few days, Leonardo had kept a close watch on her. Although she seemed to be very
cooperative in taking medicine and sleeping, she had been suffering from insomnia all night.
She often closed her eyes in the dark, thinking about Rosie until her entire body turned cold.
She had no hope for the man, who has stepped into hell one foot at a time, to be good.
Leonardo tightened his jaw and placed his hands on the bed, but his voice was extremely calm. "I'll
take you to meet someone tonight."
"Who?" Summer opened her eyes.
"You'll know at night."
At dinner time, Summer went downstairs to have meal.
When Summer got to the dining room, she found that there was already a person at the dining table.
It was a woman.
When the woman saw Leonardo and Summer walk in, she stood up and said with a smile, "Hello, I'm
Rachel."
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