Jenny was looking at Stanley when he spoke, her gaze focused and gentle.
When she heard Stanley's last two sentences, tears were flashing in her eyes, with a trace of pity.
When a woman started to pity a man, it was the beginning of affection. But Jenny's pity for Stanley had started a long time ago.
The kids Lester had chosen to adopt were mostly from humble families, and Jenny was also one of them. But she felt sorry for a insightful man like Stanley.
Maybe it was destiny.
"I won't visit you often. Call me if you need anything."
Summer turned to look at Jenny again, "Or you can ask Jenny to call me."
Jenny froze for a short while before turning to Stanley.
Stanley moved his lips. "Alright."
"I'm leaving now." Summer stood up, her face cold.
Stanley turned to eye Jenny.
"Jenny, send Summer away for me."
He still called Summer by her first name, as if they were as close as before.
Summer was tender-hearted, but stubborn. She could forgive something, but not everything.
As expected, Jenny followed Stanley's order and walked Summer out.
Her injuries were less serious than Stanley's, but she was still a patient. And there were two bottles of medicine hanging on the mobile IV pole beside her.
Summer refused. "No need. You should have
a good rest."
But Jenny insisted on walking Summer out with the mobile pole.
Unable to stop Jenny, Summer remained silent and headed straight out.
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