It was late at night.
Leonardo stayed in the study since Summer left.
He didn't leave the room, nor did he read the files.
Summer was very determined. He believed that she could find a way to win the case. Even if she
couldn't find it by herself, he would help her.
There came a buzz.
His cell phone vibrated again, another call after a hundred ones.
Leonardo picked up the phone - it was Carl. He answered the call, frowning.
"What's going on? Why didn't you answer my calls? I don't know where you are, and I can't get through
your phone. What are you doing?"
Carl started to complain once he was on the line.
However, he finished complaining in Leonardo's silence and sounded a little guiltily when he spoke
again, "Anyway, I'm calling you for some real business."
"I'm listening," said Leonardo calmly, without the slightest trace of anger.
Carl was shocked at Leonardo's calm response.
He was right about Leonardo getting weirder.
Carl pondered for a moment and said, "Warren told me that you want to fight Summer for Rosie's
custody, don't you?"
Leonardo didn't respond. He knew Carl called to talk about something more important. So he let Carl
finish his sentence.
"Do you know who represents Summer?" Carl paused for a moment, waiting for Leonardo to ask him in
return.
However, Leonardo remained silent. Carl had to give the answer himself, "Trevin Wolf, the son of
Lester Wolf!"
"Who? Trevin Wolf?" Leonardo finally showed a little surprised. He had investigated Lester Wolf, so he
certainly knew the Lester had a biological son named Trevin.
"Yes! Trevin and Warren were alumni when they were in Country M. They knew each other. We went to
the Golden Cauldron Club for dinner tonight and saw Summer and Rosie having dinner with Trevin!"
Carl deliberately told the story in detail.
There was coldness in Leonardo's tone, "Really?"
Carl could tell the slight change in his tone, but that proved nothing.
"Fine. I've been busy lately. When will you get married? I'm not coming to your wedding with that
Amber Thompson!" said Carl loudly, sounded somewhat frustrated.
Leonardo was indifferent, "Good news for Tim. Fewer invitation letter to prepare."
Carl was speechless for a while, "Have you forgotten how that woman deceived you together with your
sister? Are you mad?"
Leonardo hung up on him.
"Hello?" tried Carl, realizing then that Leonardo indeed hung up on him. He stood with his hands on the
hips, displeased.
Early the next morning, Summer got up at dawn. She made some boiled water and filled Rosie's water
bottle. She put the bottle in her bag and left the house.
Last night, she sent Rosie back to Leonardo's residence and forgot to bring Rosie's bottle.
She drove directly to Rosie's kindergarten.
Soon after Summer arrived, Rosie was sent by Tim to the kindergarten.
"Mom!" Rosie was pleasantly surprised to see Summer.
Caressing Rosie's hair, Summer took out the water bottle from her bag and put it around Rosie's neck.
Rosie said a few words to her mom before reluctantly walking inside.
Tim stayed in place. Rosie nodded at him to say goodbye.
"Ms. Summer!"
Summer heard him as soon as she had just turned around.
She turned back and asked, "What's the matter, Assistant Tim?"
Tim took a few steps forward, getting closer to Summer. So they could hear each other more clearly.
"You..." Tim hesitated. Summer patiently waited for him to speak.
"Do you hate Mr. Emerson?" Tim rubbed his hands in embarrassment.
Being in a daze for a few seconds, Summer answered with a solemn tone, "Personally, I don't hate
him. I also understand his position in the matter of Rosie's custody. We broke up. There is no need for
him to be kind to me. He has his way."
There was kindness in Leonardo's nature, but Summer could not decide to whom he should or would
show his kindness.
She had complained about it and thus had bad feelings towards Leonardo. However, now she was an
experienced adult. She had suffered and seen through human nature. Leonardo didn’t her anymore, so
it was acceptable no matter how he treated her.
Tim was professional in reading people. He frowned a little when hearing Summer's words of relief.
Tim knew how domineering and arrogant Leonardo could be. No one ever succeeded in suppressing
his nature. However, he could make resolute sacrifices when he had to.
In the past, Tim also found it hard to understand Leonardo, who changed his mind too quickly.
However, only after he knew Leonardo's purpose did he understand what Leonardo had sacrificed.
Leonardo must have gone through a lot of thoughts before finally choosing the solution that would bring
harm and pain to both Summer and him. If there were any other way, Leonardo would not choose to
harm Summer.
Tim was elder than Leonardo, and the greatest difficulty he had encountered till now was his family's
poverty during his teenage. In fact, any difficulty that could be overcome by him personally should not
be considered difficult.
But in his teens, Leonardo had witnessed his mother's misery and was emotionally abandoned by his
father and elder sister. When he finally found his true love, both the woman and the newborn child were
involved in the family scandal, the consequence of which spared him no time to rest.
"Assistant Tim?" reminded Summer. There was an awkwardly long silence between them.
"Ms. Summer, do you trust your judgment?"
"Why do you ask me this question, Assistant Tim?" Summer found it abnormal and even weird for Tim
to start conversations with her, not mentioning strange ones.
"Ms. Summer, you're a decisive and independent person. I think you should trust your judgments."
Summer looked confused. Tim tried his best not to tell her the truth.
Because if he did, everything Leonardo had done would be in vain.
"Anyway," said Tim with a smile, "I just want to tell you, Ms. Summer, that one should always trust his
instinct and has the determination to see it through."
He finished with a slight nod in Summer's direction. Then he turned around to get in the car and left.
Summer stood still, frowning as she began to think about what Tim had just said.
What did he imply? Tim had always been a quiet person, and there was no reason for him to talk like
that. But if there were, would it have something to do with Leonardo?
After all, Tim worked for Leonardo...
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