Summer continued, "How could it be him? Isn't he having some trouble with walking? How could he run
out and take Violet away to threaten Douglas?"
Leonardo looked down at her and asked calmly, "What if someone had helped him?"
Summer froze, "Then who?"
"And what is his purpose? Is it to..." Summer noticed Leonardo's expression and said the next few
words with great care, "get back at you?"
Leonardo reached out and touched her head, "It's getting late. Just have a rest. I'll take care of the
rest."
"I'll stay with you." Summer took hold of his hand.
Leonardo said in soft voice, "Be good."
Hearing this, Summer turned around and headed back to her bedroom.
She reached the bedroom door and turned to see Leonardo sitting opposite Violet. They sat facing
each other in silence, with Tim standing beside them.
Summer hesitated at the door for a moment, then pushed it open and went into the bedroom.
After washing and lying on the bed, Summer was still a little uneasy, so she opened the door and
looked out, only to find that the hall was empty.
In the study.
Violet sat in the chair, with her neck curled and her head bowed, as if she were very afraid of Leonardo.
Leonardo sat opposite her, tapping the handrail with his long, thin fingers.
Suddenly, the movement of his hands stopped. Then he slowly opened his mouth, "Douglas is not his
son. Are you helping him in this way because you think he'll be good to your son?"
Violet, seated in her chair, was evidently stunned. But she kept her head down and remained silent.
A cold smile touched the corners of his mouth, "Then you should continue to stay in the mental
hospital. And this time, you should spend the rest of your life there."
Violet said suddenly, "What a hypocritical person!"
Leonardo said nothing. He just looked at her calmly and waited for her to go on.
Violet said tensely, "You and Summer are so hypocritical! If you really care about Douglas' safety, you
should have gone to the place mentioned in the text message without saying a word when summer got
the text."
"Then?" Leonardo stared coldly at Violet, "Michael will capture her, and then use her to threaten me or
expose her to what happened to my mother so that you can get back at me."
"You..." Violet trembled with Leonardo's gaze.
She had not seen or spoken to Leonardo for a long time. Leonardo had not changed a bit. He was as
ruthless as ever.
Leonardo sighed, "After all these years, you have made no progress in wisdom at all."
His gaze, however, still seemed creepy.
Violet said in a trembling voice, "You murdered Adams."
"It serves him right!" Leonardo roared angrily.
"I..." Violet dissolved into tears, and was struck dumb by his words.
After a while, she cried, "Adams is my son."
"What about my mother?" Leonardo suddenly smiled sullenly, like the King of Hell, "You two were best
friends when my mother was alive. You should miss her very much. I'll take you to see her."
"What are you doing? Are you crazy? Daisy's dead!" Violet looked frightened and trembled. She kept
shaking her head, "She's already died!"
She straightened up and was about to run out, but was stopped by Tim.
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