Jessica and Carl were stunned when they heard Stanley's words.
They looked at each other and saw astonishment in each other's eyes.
Jessica met Summer in high school. Before that, Summer had always been alone and seemed to have
no friends.
However, from Stanley's tone, it sounded not like a lie at all.
Stanley continued, "As for how I met her, I don't think it's necessary to tell Miss Jessica."
As he spoke, his gaze was still fixed on the elevator door. He was extremely calm and indifferent, his
tone revealing a sedate aura.
"Mr. Stanley, you..."
Just as Jessica was about to say something, she was interrupted by the sound of the elevator arriving.
Stanley turned to look at Jessica and said indifferently, "Here we are."
They walked out of the elevator.
Jessica walked over to Stanley to block his way. "How do I know whether you're lying?"
"If it weren't for the fact that you were her friend, I wouldn't have given you the chance to question me."
The indifference on Stanley's face was no longer there. A gloomy expression appeared in his eyes. It
seemed that he was angry.
Jessica's expression changed slightly. "Since you know that she has friends, why didn't you contact us
when you found her?"
"Why should I contact you? What responsibilities and obligations did I have?" Stanley curled his lips,
revealing a scornful smile.
"You..."
Before Jessica could say anything else, Carl pulled her behind him.
Carl's expression was not good. "At least, we are Summer's true friends. Who are you?"
Stanley directly ignored Carl's question and raised her wrist to look at the time, "I still have a few
patients waiting for me this afternoon. I won't send you off."
After he finished speaking, he strode towards the parking lot.
Carl turned to look at Jessica. Seeing her worried expression, he couldn't help but say, "Well, how
about us taking Summer away?"
"She won't leave with us. No matter how Stanley and Summer met, I can tell that he is really kind to
Summer and won't hurt her."
Jessica paused for a moment and said, "Besides, Stanley has taken care of Summer for three years.
It's not fair for us to take Summer away directly."
Carl's phone rang.
He picked up the phone. After someone talked at the other end of the line, Carl replied, "Well, send it to
me now."
"What is it?" Jessica asked him curiously.
Carl replied, "I asked someone to investigate Stanley."
When they returned to the car, Carl received an email from his subordinate.
He read out the words, "Stanley, Ph.D. in Criminal Psychology, was once employed as a counselor in
Criminal Psychology by a criminal investigation detachment..."
Seeing this, Carl couldn't help looking at Stanley differently, "No stain in his resume. He is a talent."
"Yes." Jessica could not help but nod her head.
However, the doubts in her heart grew heavier and heavier.
Summer's life was as calm as a motionless river.
During the day when Stanley went to work in the clinic, Summer stayed at home alone, with limited
scope of activity.
Perhaps because she was living a relatively comfortable life, she was getting better and better.
Although she looked very thin, she was much better than the time she had just been discharged from
the hospital.
After Jessica asked for her phone number, she often called her.
One day, when Stanley walked out of the door, she received a phone call from Jessica.
"Summer, do you want to go shopping? I'm coming to pick you up."
Summer did not really like to go out, but Jessica was too enthusiastic, so she could only agree.
Jessica came very quickly. Summer even suspected that Jessica had been waiting for Stanley to leave
and then came.
As soon as she got into the car, Jessica pretended to ask inadvertently, "How are you getting along
with Mr. Stanley?"
Summer buckled her seat belt and replied, "Not bad."
She felt that she and Stanley weren't like unmarried couples at all. Instead, they were like roommates
under the same roof. They had dinner together and didn't usually communicate much.
However, this kind of interaction made her feel at ease.
"I see..." Jessica paused for a moment and looked at her with hesitation. In the end, she didn't say
anything.
They went to the mall together.
Jessica still loved shopping and pulled Summer to try on a lot of clothes.
Everything went smoothly, but when they left the mall, they met some journalists.
In the past three years, Jessica's acting career had flourished. Now, she was already a front-line
actress. There were always reporters keeping following her tracks.
"Run!" Jessica pulled Summer and ran back.
"What's the matter?" Although Summer did not understand what was going on, she still followed
Jessica.
Jessica could only explain to Summer, "They're here to chase me. I'm an actress. Recently, I'm
popular."
During this period of time, apart from occasionally watching news, Summer did not watch any TV series
or movies, so she did not know that Jessica was actually an actress.
There were many people in the mall. After the journalists ran after Jessica, the scene became
somewhat chaotic.
Hence, Summer and Jessica got separated.
When Summer turned around to look for Jessica, there was no sign of her figure.
She found a corner and called Jessica.
The call went through very quickly.
Jessica's tone was a little anxious. "Summer, I'm in the parking lot. Where are you?"
"I'm still in the mall." Summer heaved a sigh of relief when she heard what Jessica said.
Jessica said, "Come over quickly. I'll wait for you in the car."
"No necessary, you go first. I'll go back myself, so that those journalists won't come and look for you
again."
Of course, Jessica did not want to leave first, but in the end, she was persuaded by Summer, who
asked Jessica to call her when she was back home.
When Summer hung up the phone and turned around, she saw a little girl who was looking at her. The
girl was holding a little puppet, standing in a corner.
The little girl wore a sailor's blue-and-white striped jacket, and a pair of pink-blue shorts that had just
reached her knees. Her eyes were round and pitch-black. Her baby face was round. Her black hair was
around her shoulders, and her forehead was covered with a layer of soft bangs.
She was looking at Summer with a curious expression. The little girl looked extremely cute.
Watching her height, Summer guessed that the girl might be three or four years old.
Summer looked around and found that there was no adult around her. She walked over and squatted in
front of her and asked her, "Little girl, where are your parents?"
Upon a closer look, Summer felt that this little girl looked familiar.
A light flashed in her mind, and the little face in front of her coincided with the face she saw the day she
was discharged from the hospital.
Could it be?
Was she Leonardo's daughter?
What's her name? It seemed that she was named something sounded like "Rosy".
Rosie tilted her head and looked at Summer for a few seconds before suddenly narrowing her eyes
and laughing, "Pretty sister..."
Summer's heart skipped a beat. Did this little girl still remember her?
She remembered that the girl called her pretty sister on that day.
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