Summer placed her hands on the dining table and leaned forward slightly. "Where is he?"
Connel only laughed and did not answer her question. He stood up, intending to leave.
Summer hurriedly followed and stood in front of Connel. "At least, let me see Stanley. You keep me from seeing Stanley. What's the purpose of keeping me here?"
From Stanley's words, Summer could conclude that Connel did not seem to have any malicious intentions towards her. They were the only people left, so she dared to put everything on the table.
Connel looked down at Summer. Connel was thinking something, and he didn't immediately say anything.
He didn't wear many clothes. He wore a shirt inside and a suit jacket outside. However, he didn't button his shirt to the top like Stanley. Stanley was a psychiatrist. He always wore a suit and a tie when he went to work, looking very convincing.
Connel appeared to be a little more casual than him. The two buttons on the top of his shirt were not buttoned. Summer looked up at him. Suddenly, she saw a faint scar left uncovered beside his collar.
She remembered when Stanley first came to her three years ago, there were many scars on his body. Later, when he was hospitalized, Summer saw them. Connel also had scars on his body?
The siblings were adopted when they were teenagers because their parents died unexpectedly.
Logically speaking, they should lead an ordinary life. How could they both be covered in
scars?
Connel noticed Summer's gaze and looked down at his chest. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Ms. Summer, are you trying to seduce me so as to get Stanley's whereabouts?"
Summer was stunned and then said angrily, "Do you really think everyone is as shameless as you? You are out of your mind."
After she finished, she turned around and went out. Watching her back, Connel suddenly frowned. He reached out and hugged his head. An incomparably painful expression appeared on his face.
He staggered and crashed into the chair behind him. Because of the splitting headache, he simply couldn't keep his balance and fell to the ground with his legs bent.
The next moment, Jenny rushed in from outside. "What's wrong with you?"
She hurriedly squatted in front of Connel, wanting to help him up.
After Summer returned to her room, she sat on the bed and couldn't figure anything out.
She felt there were many clues, but she couldn't get anywhere exactly.
'How about making a call to Leonard?'
She had to find someone to come up with an idea.
She picked up her phone and pressed Leonard's phone number one by one. After hesitating for a while, she dialed it.
If Leonard's attitude was cold, she would say that she missed Rosie.
Besides, she did miss Rosie a lot.
The phone rang several times....
No one answered. The phone was picked up when it was about to hang up automatically.
Summer did not expect to get through. She was not sure if it was Leonard or Tim. She asked tentatively, "Leonard?"
"Yes."
Leonard only responded indifferently. Fortunately, it was indeed the voice that Summer was familiar with.
Summer had only been in Country M for about a week. However, apart from the first two days, she had not contacted Leonard since then. At the sound of Leonard's voice, Summer felt a little out of it.
She held the phone in one hand and unconsciously tugged at the sheets with the other hand. "What are you doing?"
Leonard said coldly, "Having a meal."
Rosie's voice came from the other side. "Who is calling?"
Then Rosie asked, "Is that Mom?"
When Summer heard Rosie's voice, her tone was heavy with joy. "Are you and Rosie eating at home?"
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