Moreover, even if Stanley was willing to let her see Leonardo, he would definitely be up to nothing
good.
"If it wasn't related to you, why would you believe that Leonardo really had an accident?" Summer
clenched her hands tightly and stopped. She turned around and stared at Stanley.
Smart people were suspicious, and Stanley was no exception. Judging from his confident expression,
she knew that he was sure Leonardo was really in a car accident.
If Leonardo's car accident wasn't related to Stanley, how could Stanley be so sure?
Stanley narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Summer, I don't like what you say."
"Because I told the truth." Summer sneered and went out.
When she went out, Summer's heart sank.
She quickened her pace and walked towards Rosie's room.
When she entered, her footsteps became light. Rosie was still asleep. Summer walked to the bed side
and laid the newspaper on the table. She moved the floor lamp to the front and carefully studied the
newspaper.
Although she had a premonition that Leonardo's car accident was related to Stanley, she did not
believe that Leonardo could really be schemed by Stanley.
Leonardo was not someone who could easily fall into a trap and suffer losses.
However, she was still worried!
Summer covered her face and leaned against the sofa, letting out a long sigh of relief. She was
somewhat anxious as she guessed whether Leonardo had been in an accident or not.
However, she could not see Leonardo. What was the point of her guess when she couldn't see him?
Summer raised her head and looked at Rosie on the bed for a while. If she was alone now, she
wouldn't have to worry so much.
Stanley took good care of Rosie now, not because he was kind enough, but because he knew that as
long as Rosie was here, he could pin down Summer.
Under the premise that he could pin down Summer, he was naturally willing to treat Rosie better.
All day long, Summer felt uneasy.
During dinner at night, Summer did not see Stanley, nor did she know what he was planning.
After dinner, Stanley came back.
Summer carried Rosie and met Stanley at the stairs.
Stanley only glanced at Summer and smiled as he extended his hand towards Rosie, "Rosie."
Rosie blinked and extended her hand towards Stanley.
Stanley took an exquisite small box to Rosie and said, "Take a look, baby."
A box og chocolate.
Rosie nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Stanley."
"Go play. I still have things to do. Goodbye." Stanley placed Rosie on the ground and waved goodbye
to her.
Rosie waved her hand and did not say anything. She looked very reserved and different from her usual
enthusiasm.
When Stanley left, Rosie pulled Summer's clothes and handed the small box of chocolate to Summer.
Summer squatted down and said to Rosie, "What's wrong? Don't you want to eat?"
"No." Rosie shook her head in embarrassment.
Rosie suddenly leaned closer to Summer's ear and whispered, "Is Daddy not coming again today?"
After she finished speaking, she straightened her body and looked at Summer, waiting for Summer to
give her an answer.
Summer fell silent. Rosie really missed Leonardo.
This should be the first time that Rosie had been away from Leonardo for so long. Perhaps, Rosie had
sensed something.
Children's six sense was sometimes not something adults could imagine.
Summer's relationship with Stanley had been strained in the past few days, and Rosie might have
vaguely sensed this. She probably did not understand what was going on, nor did she quite understand
this feeling. However, she was unhappy and panicked.
What should Summer do?
Could she tell Rosie that Leonardo might have had a car accident?
Could she tell Rosie that her Uncle Stanley who bought her sugar and smiled at her was a bad guy?
A long time ago, when Summer was still living in the Jarrett's, she had thought that if she had a child,
she would definitely give her child the best things in the world and let her child live better than anyone
else.
Summer felt as if her throat was stuffed with cotton. She was extremely uncomfortable, and slightly
sour.
Rosie was still looking at her, waiting for her to give an answer.
She was Rosie's mother, and Rosie trusted her.
She couldn't lie to Rosie, but she couldn't bear to tell the truth.
Summer lowered her head and suppressed her emotions. She took the small box from Rosie's hand
and forced herself to say with a smile, "This chocolate looks so beautiful. It must be very delicious. May
I try it?"
The child's attention was easily diverted within a short period of time. When she lowered her head to
look at the chocolate, her dark eyes sparkled with anticipation, "Then try it!"
Her generous appearance was especially lovable.
Summer bit her lips tightly and said with a smile, "Alright, I'll try it then."
She broke a little piece and put it in her mouth. Rosie immediately asked, "Mom, is it sweet? Is it
delicious?"
"You can taste it yourself." Summer handed the box to her.
Rosie took out a piece of chocolate from inside gently and took a small bite. Then, she said, "It's
sweet."
Summer echoed, "That's right, it's very sweet."
It was said that it was better to eat sweets when you were sad.
Summer felt that the logic was reasonable. She did not seem to be so sad now.
When the two of them went upstairs, the small piece of chocolate in Rosie's hand was almost finished.
Summer took Rosie to the bathroom to wash up. She first cleaned Rosie up, put on her pajamas and
carried her back to bed. Then, she stayed in the bathroom alone.
She was afraid that Rosie would look for her, so she didn't close the bathroom door.
Summer turned on the tap and was somewhat absent-minded.
In the bedroom, Rosie sat in bed with the doll in her arms and obediently waited for Summer to come
out.
Suddenly, there was movement through the window.
Someone was knocking on the window!
When Rosie heard the voice, she looked at the window curiously.
The room was heated and the doors and windows were tightly shut. Rosie could only see the curtains
when she looked over.
There was no movement at all around the curtains.
Rosie stared at the curtains for a while, then retracted her gaze and continued to wait for Summer to
come out.
At this time, there was another movement from the window.
Someone was knocking on the window again!
This time, it sounded a few times in a row.
The child's hearing was good and she heard very clear.
Rosie opened her eyes wide and looked over curiously. She couldn't help but climb out of the quilt and
slip off the bed and run towards the window.
Outside the window of Rosie's room was a forest. When she opened the curtains, she could only see
that it was pitch black outside.
But very quickly, a glimmer of light lit up outside the window.
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