Originally, Summer didn't want to respond to Trevin, but when she looked up and met his somewhat
disappointed gaze, she still asked, "Why?"
"My mother died during her delivery to me. And my father had always been very busy. So basically, I
had eaten alone at home every day when I was little. Later, I went to high school and moved out. After
that, I've been eating outside. If my father, by chance, remembered that he still has a son on holidays
or whatever, he would also call me to go back and have a meal with him." Trevin sounded very calm,
but his eyes betrayed him.
His eyes were filled with regrets, disappointment, and unwillingness.
Perhaps he was disappointed with his father, Lester Wolf, or perhaps he was disappointed with himself.
Summer couldn't guess it, but she grasped the key point, "You don't get along well with your father?"
"He has so many adopted sons, and all of them are better than me. Like Stanley..." Trevin sneered
disdainfully, as if he didn't want to continue. "In short, all of his adopted sons are excellent, not his own
son."
Hearing this, Summer paused for a moment, then put the last box into the bag. She asked, "Is this why
you and Stanley are at odds? Just because he is too outstanding?"
"What do you think?" Trevin glanced at her.
"I don't think you're jealous of Stanley. You're jealous that your father has spent so much effort on him.
Of all your father's adopted sons, Stanley must be the most outstanding one and the one that your
father has spent most efforts to raise up." Summer slowly said after some analysis.
Trevin's gaze turned cold, "Summer, it seems that you're very imaginative."
Summer's gaze shifted downwards and found that Trevin had slightly tightened his grip on the armrest
of the chair. This showed that he was nervous for being seen through.
She guessed what Trevin was thinking, but he still refused to admit it.
Summer didn't lay bare his secret but replied: "Don't you know I'm a screenwriter? Screenwriters are
rich in imagination and emotion."
Although Trevin was straightforward, he was not an idiot. How could he not know that Summer was
simply humoring him and giving him an out?
He stared at her for a few seconds before saying faintly, "Earlier, Stanley reminded me to stay away
from you."
Summer was a little surprised, "Why?"
When Trevin heard Stanley's words before, he only thought that Stanley didn't want him to get close to
Summer because Stanley was in love with her.
However, the more he got along with Summer, the more he understood that there was a reason why
Stanley didn't want him to get close to Summer.
After she cleaned up the table, Summer took out the documents she had sorted out and began to
discuss the lawsuit with Trevin.
Trevin flipped through the documents Summer prepared, "These are the information you sifted out
about Leonardo?"
"Yes." Summer nodded.
Trevin skimmed through the papers and said, "A child under the age of two will definitely be awarded to
the mother. And the wishes of a child above ten will be considered. But Rosie is only four years old
now, so her thoughts will not be considered. This is completely between you and Leonardo."
Summer looked down slightly. She clasped her hands together and placed them on her laps, saying, "I
know, you've said it before."
"Leonardo doesn't have any serious illness, infectious disease or disability, nor has he abused Rosie.
He is healthy and rich, and living with him has no bad influence on her. These are Leonardo's
advantages, which are your disadvantages."
Trevin knocked on the desk with his fingers. Seeing Summer's gloomy expression, he continued,
"Another point is that, if any one of the parents is no longer fertile, that party can be preferred."
Summer's eyes lit up as she heard this. Trevin raised his eyebrows and said, "Put away that thought
now. This clause can only make you preferred; it can't grant you a definite success."
Summer pursed her lips and suddenly remembered something, saying, "It is said that if one party has
another child, the one without a child will be preferred, too."
This time, it was Trevin's turn to be happy, "What? Leonardo has other illegitimate sons or girls?"
Summer's expression darkened slightly, "No."
"Oh." Trevin looked disappointed but he suddenly said, "But..."
"But what?"
Under Summer's curious gaze, Trevin smiled trickily, "He doesn't have other kids now. But we can give
him one."
Summer was stunned for a moment before she came back to her senses, "You mean to make Amber
pregnant?"
"Amber? Leonardo's fiancée?" Trevin said noncommittally, "It doesn't have to be her. Other women are
also OK."
Summer's expression changed slightly. Not to mention letting others bear Leonardo's child, just the
thought of him having sex with other women would make her feel extremely uncomfortable.
The more uncomfortable she was, the more she thought about those things uncontrollably.
Leonardo's clean and slender fingers touching the skin of other women; his ink-like eyes darkening for
being aroused by other women...
Summer suddenly felt nauseous and retched. She covered her mouth and quickly ran to the bathroom.
Seeing this, Trevin jumped to his feet anxiously and said, "Summer, what's wrong with you?"
Summer didn't have the time to answer him. She was laying on the edge of the sink and kept retching,
inside her stomach was churning uncomfortably. But she just retched and didn't vomit anything.
She turned on the tap and poured water on her face. Her face was scarily pale.
Trevin followed in and took a look before turning back to pour a glass of water for her. He held the
water in one hand and handed Summer a towel with the other hand.
"Thank you." Summer's voice was a little hoarse. She took the towel and wiped her face, then drank
some water. Her face was still terribly pale.
Trevin sized her up for a while and said hesitantly, "I heard that women would vomit when they're
pregnant..."
"I'm not pregnant. I just have some trouble with my stomach." Summer sniffed and walked out with the
cup in her hand.
Trevin followed her, "If you're sick, then go see a doctor."
"I will go." Summer put down the cup and towel, then picked up her bag. "I'm a little tired now and I
want to go back first."
"Alright, I'll take you downstairs." Seeing that her face was so pale, Trevin picked up his coat and
wanted to see her out.
Summer rejected his goodwill gesture and said in an estranged tone, "No need, I'll just leave by
myself."
Trevin frowned and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face, "Don't talk nonsense. I'll just send you
to the gate of the neighborhood."
Seeing that he insisted, Summer didn't have the mood to turn him down again. They went out in
silence.
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