When Summer woke up, it was already evening.
Leonardo and Rosie were still sleeping. Summer got up softly, opened the door and walked out.
After the villa was renovated, there were no traces of her and Leonardo's previous life here. But the
furnishings were still the same, which made her feel warm.
Summer felt that she had never left, but had just lived elsewhere for a few days and returned. She
looked around the villa and finally went to the top floor.
The top floor was designed as a glass sunshine room, completely transparent.
The house was built halfway up the hill. It was raining outside. Although it was late autumn when plants
and flowers had withered, the scenery was still quite beautiful.
Summer looked out from another angle and saw a black dot in the distance. She fixed her gaze on it
and discovered that it was a person holding a black umbrella, standing in front of the tomb of
Leonardo's mother.
Thinking of it, Summer was nervous and her expression suddenly became cold.
The person stood firmly in front of the tomb with an umbrella. No one knew how long he had been
there. It was too far, and there was an umbrella covering his face. Summer could not see his face.
Who could he be?
Summer thought for a moment and then turned around to go downstairs.
Brant was a person who could not allow himself to be idle. Summer and Leonardo had brought Rosie
back, so he was quite happy.
He walked around the villa and seemed to be busy. When Summer came downstairs, he was cleaning
a vase.
"Mrs. Emerson." Brant heard the noise and turned around.
"Brant, bring a few bodyguards over. I want to go out." She was going to see who was standing over
there.
Brant didn't ask anything and just nodded. "Okay."
Summer went to the back hill with the bodyguards. The road was very muddy, so Summer walked
slowly.
Halfway to the back hill, the person holding the black umbrella walked over from the other end and
collided head-on with Summer.
Summer saw his face clearly. It was quite unexpected, but at the same time, she felt that she had
predicted it.
Lester said first, "What? I can't come and see her?"
He looked behind Summer and found that there were only a few bodyguards. Not seeing Leonardo, he
arched his eyebrow slightly, as if he was surprised.
Summer's expression was very indifferent, and her voice was cold. "Before you came to see her, did
you ask her if she wanted to see you?"
Lester's face immediately darkened.
Summer continued, "Perhaps she doesn't want to see you, and hates you."
"How do you know?" Lester's expression became ferocious. "You don't know anything. I met Daisy first.
Michael is nothing!"
Summer did not want to listen to him talking about these old stories.
Daisy had passed away, so they should let her rest in peace. She turned around to leave, and didn't
want to say more to Lester.
But Lester continued, "Back then, I knew Michael's plan. I just wanted Daisy to know what kind of
person he was, so she would know she chose the wrong person and would come back to me, but I
didn't expect Michael to be so ruthless."
His words were filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Summer stopped abruptly. Two steps away behind her, Leonardo stood in the rain with a cold
expression. He looked as lonely and bleak as the late autumn. Summer could not see his expression
clearly in the heavy rain.
Did he hear everything?
Summer looked at him helplessly. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.
Words were powerless at this moment. She couldn't figure out a way to comfort him.
“How do you know?" Lester's expression became ferocious. "You don't know anything. | met Daisy first.
Michael is nothing!"
Summer did not want to listen to him talking about these old stories.
Daisy had passed away, so they should let her rest in peace. She turned around to leave, and didn't
want to say more to Lester.
But Lester continued, "Back then, | knew Michael's plan. | just wanted Daisy to know what kind of
person he was, so she would know she chose the wrong person and would come back to me, but |
didn't expect Michael to be so ruthless."
His words were filled with resentment and unwillingness.
Summer stopped abruptly. Two steps away behind her, Leonardo stood in the rain with a cold
expression. He looked as lonely and bleak as the late autumn. Summer could not see his expression
clearly in the heavy rain.
Did he hear everything?
Summer looked at him helplessly. She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say for a moment.
Words were powerless at this moment. She couldn't figure out a way to comfort him.
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