Summer looked up at Lester and said indifferently, "Oh, Mr. Lester."
Lester crossed his hands in front of him and walked to Summer. He looked extremely gentle and
refined.
He asked Summer, "Where are you going?"
Summer looked at Lester for a while. He seemed to be very happy. Could it be that there were
achievements in his so-called experiment?
Summer felt irritated when she realized that she was the "experimental object" in his experiment. But
there was nothing she could do to Lester.
"I'm going to see Stanley." Summer said bluntly.
Lester's eyebrows cocked in surprise. "Really?"
"I almost forget that you get along well with Stanley. You used to be friends." There was profound
meaning in his sentence.
Summer and Stanley were indeed friends, but too many things happened between them afterwards.
"Friends?" Summer sneered. "He is your favorite foster son! Father and son can even fall out. Isn't Mr.
Lester enjoying torturing Stanley? I'm just going to see how he is now."
Lester's expression changed when they talked about Stanley.
"You're wrong." Lester stretched out a finger and waved it. He denied what Summer said.
"I'm giving him a lesson so that he can learn more." He said it in an intimate way, as if Stanley was still
his favorite foster son.
Lester was really lunatic. He hated Stanley so much, but he still pretended to be a righteous father.
Why did he have to pretend to be like that?
Summer smiled, "As you've said, you don't seem to hate Stanley."
Lester's expression was difficult to understand. "I'm just sad."
"Oh, so Mr. Lester is quite generous. I'm different. I really hate Stanley because he took advantage of
my daughter to deal with Leonardo. And my daughter almost died in the fire. No matter what, I won't
forgive him for that."
When Summer said this, she stared at Stanley's eyes, as if she wanted to see through him.
Lester stretched out his hand and loosened his tie, "Is that real?"
"If you have nothing to say, I'll go to see how Stanley is now." Without waiting for Lester to respond,
Summer turned the wheels of the wheelchair and was about to leave.
Lester said slowly, "Then I won't go with you."
Summer’s tone carried a trace of mockery, "Alright. Since you treat Stanley so well, I'm afraid you will
feel distressed when seeing how badly he is injured now. It's not a good thing."
Seeing that Lester's gaze was gloomier, Summer smiled and left.
When Summer arrived at Stanley's room, she discovered that Stanley had been bandaged up again.
He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. No one knew what he was thinking.
"The bandage is quite good." Summer went towards his bed and patted Stanley's arm.
There was a slight movement on Stanley's eyebrows. He didn't show any expression except that. He
was really good at enduring the pain.
Just as Summer was about to speak, she glanced at the curtains and noticed something there.
She stared at the curtains for a moment, and then turned around to meet Stanley's gaze. Stanley
looked straight at her. No one knew what he was thinking.
Summer lowered her head and laughed. There was someone behind the
curtains.
There was a slight movement on Stanley's eyebrows. He didn't show any expression except that. He
was really good at enduring the pain.
Just as Summer was about to speak, she glanced at the curtains and noticed something there.
She stared at the curtains for a moment, and then turned around to meet Stanley's gaze. Stanley
looked straight at her. No one knew what he was thinking.
Summer lowered her head and laughed. There was someone behind the
curtains.
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