Summer didn't sleep well all night, as she had some strange dreams, and felt tired all the time.
When she tried to wake up, she couldn't open her eyes. It was as if she had fallen into a quagmire. She could not pull herself out or get up, sinking deeper and deeper. Every breath was extremely difficult.
When she woke up, Summer felt exhausted, as if she had run a marathon. Her body seemed to have been hollowed out.
Clueless, Summer rubbed her temples and shook her head to clear her mind. Then she sat up.
It was pitch black outside the window. Summer was confused. Why was it dark outside? Had she slept all day? Or hadn't the day broken yet?
The wheelchair was by the bed. Summer climbed into the wheelchair with her hands supporting her body. By the time she got into the wheelchair, she was so tired that she couldn't even breathe.
She took a few deep breaths before wheeling herself out. The corridor was brightly lit and empty.
She took the elevator downstairs. There was no one in the living room either, but she heard noise from the courtyard.
Summer moved slowly towards the door in the wheelchair.
The door was ajar.
Several men were standing outside, and another man was lying on the ground.
"Mr. Lester says hello."
"What happened? Weren't you formidable before?"
"Why are you looking at me like that? You want to hit me?"
One of them pulled up the man lying on the ground and kicked him fiercely. Only then did Summer see the face of the person who had been kicked.
It was Stanley!
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