Karen saw the seriousness in Summer's eyes and said embarrassedly, "It's good that you don't hold
any grudges. Where have you been in the past few years? Are you all right?"
Summer felt that she had nothing to say to Karen, but Karen obviously did not think so. Karen wanted
to have a long talk with her.
After Summer heard Karen out, she carefully sized Karen up.
Although Karen did not care for Summer since she was a little girl, Summer looked just like Karen.
Karen was a beauty. At least, she was a middle-aged beauty who looked young three years ago.
However, Karen looked much older than she had been three years ago. She was getting crow's feet
around her eyes. Her back was slightly bent, and she was not in good shape anymore.
Summer quietly looked at Karen and said in a low voice, "I'm fine. What about you?"
Hearing this, Karen thought that Summer still cared about her.
Karen was overjoyed and smiled. Then she shook her head and said, "I'm happy to hear that. Not
bad...."
Not bad?
Then it meant that she was not living a good life.
From Karen's attire and her mental state, one could tell what kind of life she was in right now.
These three years, Karen definitely hadn't lived as well as before.
Summer roughly knew what Karen was thinking.
Whenever Karen had a bad life, she would think of Summer.
"Sorry, Ms. Karen, I'm buying something. I don't have time to catch up with you."
With that, Summer did not give Karen any chance to speak. Then she turned around and continued
shopping.
However, Karen did not leave. She followed Summer closely.
Occasionally, when Summer turned around, Karen would reveal a timid smile.
Karen wasn't like this a few years ago.
Summer was slightly moved.
But soon enough, this trace of emotion was replaced by calmness.
Because she thought of Vicky.
Vicky hated Summer, but Karen always loved Vicky.
Summer had given Karen many opportunities, but Karen gave up on her every time.
Therefore, Summer suspected that Karen had been instigated by Vicky to deliberately approach her.
After all, Karen had helped Vicky torture Summer many times, and Karen was very good at it.
The more Summer thought about it, the colder her heart became.
She quickly picked out what she needed and checked out of the supermarket.
When Summer arrived at the underground parking lot, she saw Karen again.
"Summer," called Karen, standing beside Summer's car.
Summer looked at her expressionlessly. "Did Vicky call you here?"
Karen froze for a moment and hurriedly denied, "No, it has nothing to do with her. I knew from the news
that you have returned to Hoover City. Today, I came here to buy things myself. I didn't expect to meet
you."
Summer was disappointed with Karen for too many times, so she did not believe her at all.
Summer reached out to support herself against the car door and said, "I don't care whether you were
called here by Vicky. You should only understand one thing. That is, I have nothing to do with you.
Neither do I have anything to do with the Jarretts."
After she finished speaking, she opened the car door to sit in.
Right at this moment, Karen stopped Summer and said in disbelief, "Summer, why are you so ruthless?
Let me tell you. Vicky has been torturing me for the past three years. Wouldn't you blame yourself at
all?"
Summer froze for a moment.
She had never thought that Vicky would transfer the hatred towards her to Karen.
After all, Summer didn't get on well with Karen at all. Vicky knew it.
Summer didn't get on well with Karen. Even if Vicky tortured Karen, it would not affect Summer at all.
Vicky should also understand this.
The only explanation was that Vicky was completely irritated by Adams' death. She wanted revenge
whoever was related to Summer.
"Why should you blame me?" Summer laughed mockingly. "That's your daughter, who you have loved
since she was a child. She treats you in this way. Won't you regret for what you have done to me?"
Summer deliberately emphasized the word "daughter".
Karen's expression changed slightly. "Summer, you weren't like this in the past. In the childhood, you
understood me. You should know the reason I treated Vicky well. Besides...."
"Alright," Summer interrupted her.
Now, Karen was still calling Vicky so intimately. It could be seen that she still had a trace of feelings for
Vicky.
Summer was sick of hearing Karen's excuses, which had never been changed.
"You asked me if I blamed myself. But have you come to see me in the past three years? You have
never regarded me as your daughter. Why do you think I will blame myself? I can't even wait to laugh!
Ms. Karen, you don't know me at all."
With that, Summer waved Karen's hand away, got into the car, and quickly drove away.
Karen stayed put and watched Summer's car out of her sight. A trace of anger appeared in her eyes.
When Summer went shopping, she was not overjoyed, but she was not in a bad mood.
But after meeting Karen, she was depressed.
She was unable to be so carefree, because she stilled had some feelings for Karen.
When Leonardo came over for dinner, he noticed that Summer didn't look good.
He casually put his suit coat on the hanger at the door and walked towards the dining table.
When Summer saw him, she looked behind him and confirmed that he came alone. She asked in
confusion, "Where is Rosie?"
Leonardo sat down at the dining table, swept his gaze around the table, and replied indifferently, "At
home."
Thinking of Karen who she had met today, Summer didn't say anything else.
It was much better for Rosie to live with Leonardo than with her.
Summer did not ask any further and turned around to get the soup from the kitchen.
When she took out the soup, she discovered that Leonardo had already stood up and was walking into
the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" asked Summer.
"To take a bowl," replied Leonardo.
Summer opened her mouth in surprise.
Did she hear it wrongly? Did Leonardo say he was getting a bowl?
Last time, Leonardo just got the bow himself for Rosie. But what about now?
Summer brought the soup to the dining table in a daze. Leonardo had already brought out two sets of
tableware.
He was a tall man with long arms. While he put one set in front of his seat, he putt the other set in front
of Summer's seat.
After that, he raised his eyebrows to look at Summer. "Aren’t you gonna say thank you?"
Summer mechanically followed his words, "Thank you."
"Alright," Leonardo replied indifferently and sat down to eat.
But Summer felt that something was wrong.
After a while, she finally realized that the way Leonardo behaved just now were a bit like the way she
talked to Rosie.
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