It had only been five days since Summer set off from Hoover City to look for Jessica.
From Hoover City to here, it would take people at least one or two days. Besides, the road condition
was lousy. The travel would definitely be difficult, so it would take people a little more time to come
here.
If it took Stanley two days to come here, Stanley set off at least two day earlier.
After Summer set off, Leonardo set off in the second day and arrived in the third day.
Based on this, Stanley set off here on the day when Leonardo arrived.
Stanley was able to know Summer was here in such a short period of time and found her. It meant that
Stanley was very likely to keep an eye on Summer all the time.
She had lived with Stanley for a period. Then they experienced a car accident together. Although they
had a life-and-death experience, she could feel that Stanley had no feelings for her.
A man always paid attention to a woman. If he didn't love her, he definitely had other motives.
As for Stanley's motives, Summer was more willing to think that he had no ill will.
After all, Stanley had helped her all the time.
Although he suddenly showed up three years ago, he saved her.
Without him, she should have died a long time ago.
Summer asked him, "The road outside is badly damaged. How did you get in?"
"Helicopter." Stanley examined her up and down and said, "Luckily, you're fine."
Just as Summer was about to say something, she realized that the atmosphere was filled with tension.
She turned around and saw Leonardo staring at her coldly.
She shivered, 'Have I provoked him?'
She curled her lips and sat beside Leonardo. When she turned around to look at Leonardo, she found
Leonardo wasn't that saturnine as before. She asked Stanley, "Did you eat breakfast?"
Stanley looked at her and Leonardo and said, "Yes."
Summer felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. Not knowing what else to say, she said, "We
haven't eaten yet...."
Leonardo, who had been silent all the time, said suddenly, "Was Mr. Stanley's clinic closed?"
Stanley put on a long face for a few seconds and said, "No. I wonder why Mr. Emerson asks me such a
question."
Leonardo sneered. His deep voice was a little colder than usual. "Mr. Stanley is so idle that you even
care about my wife. I thought it was because your clinic failed and you had nothing else to do."
When Summer heard the word "wife", she looked up at Leonardo in surprise.
Stanley was refuted by Leonardo and kept silent for a long time.
Stanley pursed his lips and forced a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Emerson. I run my
psychiatric clinic smoothly. I have a lot of regular customers and hope it will develop better. It's great if
Mr. Emerson would like to introduce some customers to me or you yourself can be my customer."
The more Stanley said, the more natural his tone became as if he was making a business partner at a
banquet.
However, Summer felt what Stanley had said at last was intentional.
Leonardo smiled more mischievously and became colder. "I have the guts to be your customer, do you
have the guts to serve me?"
"Mr. Emerson, it's my honor if you believe in me. Even if I don't have the guts to serve you, I have to
serve you." Stanley's voice sounded a little excited.
Leonardo glanced at him and didn't say anything else.
The conversation between them was filled with tensions.
Leonardo kept silent. Stanley turned to look at Summer.
"Summer, are you going to leave after breakfast?"
Leonardo also looked at her.
Leonardo was extremely indifferent towards Summer. He only glanced at her and looked away.
He didn't say anything, but Summer felt as if he had said everything.
Stanley and Leonardo were at odds. When they had a talk, they always argued with each other.
Although Summer felt a little sorry, she still found an excuse to refuse politely, "I'm afraid that I won't
leave with you. My friends will come here and we will wait for them."
Stanley noticed that Summer said "we", not "Leonardo and I."
His eyes were filled with disappointment. Then he smiled faintly, "OK. I'll stay here with you and wait for
your friends."
Stanley turned to look at Leonardo and muttered, "Summer's friends are also Mr. Emerson's friends,
right? I believe that Mr. Emerson's friends will arrive soon."
Even Summer heard the provocation in Stanley's words, let alone Leonardo.
She did not know why Stanley said that to provoke Leonardo deliberately, but it was not the time to ask
Stanley.
She turned to look at Leonardo and found that he didn't care about that, so she was relieved.
She was afraid that Leonardo would lose his temper and have a fight with Stanley.
If they had a fight, no one here could stop them.
What was more, she would be in a dilemma.
"Let's have breakfast."
Arthur said in the room nearby. Summer turned around and saw that Arthur arrived at the entrance of
the hall. He held a bowl of fried vegetables in one hand and a bowl of pickles in his other hand.
Arthur walked straight to Stanley's side with the dishes, placed the dishes on the table, frowned,
glanced at Stanley, turned around to fetch a stool and sat down.
Arthur lived alone, and there were only three chairs in the hall. When they had meals in the past few
days, the chairs were enough.
Arthur's expression seemed to imply that he blamed Stanley for occupying his position.
Arthur was stubborn and might not be satisfied with Stanley coming into his room without greeting him.
Summer got up and put her chair in front of the dining table. "I'll go to the kitchen to get the porridge."
"OK," Arthur nodded and turned to glance at Stanley.
No matter how thick-witted Stanley was, Stanley knew why Arthur frowned and glanced at him.
Summer went to the kitchen and took two bowls of porridge. She turned around and saw Leonardo also
coming in.
The kitchen door was a little small. When Leonardo entered, he bent slightly and took the two bowls of
porridge in Summer's hands away. Then he turned around and left.
Summer turned around, took another bowl of porridge and followed behind Leonardo.
Thus, Stanley saw such a scene.
Summer and Leonardo sat beside a faded wooden table. They ate porridge, fried vegetables and
pickles with the old Arthur in the countryside.
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