In the wheelchair, Summer was pushed downstairs to the dining room. Breakfast was incomparably
sumptuous, but there was no one at the table.
Summer asked, "Where is Lester?"
The servant replied, "Mr. Lester left early in the morning."
Summer didn't bother to ask where Lester went to. Anyway, the servant would not tell her.
Halfway through breakfast, Summer suddenly looked up and asked, "Where's Stanley?"
Summer noticed that when she mentioned Stanley, all the servants present looked somewhat strange
So Summer asked tentatively, "You know Stanley?"
Without saying anything, the servants dropped their heads.
"It looks like you do know him." Summer slowly had her breakfast and said, "What did Lester give you
so that you are so loyal to him? Stanley used to be the same as you, but you see what happened to
him, don't you?"
The servants were like dead men, remaining silent and motionless. Summer felt boring and asked,
"Has Stanley left as well?"
No one cared about Summer.
Summer snorted coldly and said slowly, "If you don't tell me, I'll check every room and find out by
myself."
Although she was in a much better state of mind now, her physical condition hadn't improved
significantly. If she continued to check rooms one by one, she would definitely not be able to stand it.
Therefore, in the end, a servant took Summer to see Stanley.
Stanley was lying on the bed with a drip. The wounds on his body had been wrapped in gauze and he
looked like a mummy, unable to move. Only his eyes were revealed.
When Summer entered, Stanley’s eyes were closed.
Summer stared at Stanley with his eyes closed and said, "Go out."
Surprisingly, the servant who followed her left immediately, but they didn't close the door.
When they went out, Summer said, "Are you asleep?"
Stanley opened his eyes. He couldn't move at all, so he could only try his best to look in the direction
where Summer was.
Summer turned the wheels of the wheelchair and approached Stanley's bed. They looked at each other
for a moment and then Summer moved her gaze away.
In her memories, Stanley was either hypocritical or scheming. It was the first time she had seen
Stanley in such a terrible state.
Indeed, everyone in this world had their own nemesis. Stanley's nemesis was probably Lester.
Summer looked out of the window and said to Stanley, "Why did you want to kill Lester?"
Stanley laughed, and his voice was extremely hoarse. Only a vague chuckle could be heard. If the
room were not quiet, it would be hard to tell that he was laughing.
Summer withdrew her gaze and fixed her eyes on Stanley's face.
A smile touched the corners of his mouth, but it was not difficult to tell that it was an extremely mocking
one.
Summer looked at him quietly, but Stanley seemed to have fallen into his own thoughts, as if he had
completely forgotten about Summer.
After a while, Summer turned the wheelchair and went out of the room.
Behind her came Stanley's indiscernible voice. "Summer."
Summer paused when she heard it and turned to look at him.
Stanley struggled to stretch his neck. Looking at Summer, he said word by word, "Summer, I have
never meant to hurt you...."
A smile touched the corners of his mouth, but it was not difficult to tell that it was an extremely mocking
one.
Summer looked at him quietly, but Stanley seemed to have fallen into his own thoughts, as if he had
completely forgotten about Summer.
After a while, Summer turned the wheelchair and went out of the room.
Behind her came Stanley's indiscernible voice. "Summer."
Summer paused when she heard it and turned to look at him.
Stanley struggled to stretch his neck. Looking at Summer, he said word by word, "Summer, | have
never meant to hurt you...."
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