Summer remained silent for a long time, the atmosphere between them becoming strange.
They were sitting together but with their own thoughts. By saying this, Stanley also meant that he had just seen Trevin chatting up Summer.
Summer got somewhat upset. She thought that she had planned everything perfectly, never expecting Stanley to see through all of this.
Summer took a deep breath, turned her head away and lowered her voice to ask Stanley, "Why are you always against Leonardo? What's it with you and him? A grudge?"
Stanley's face darkened, but soon he revealed an evil smile. "This is between him and me. You've broken up with him, haven't you?"
"Yes, but he will always be Rosie's father." Summer looked at Stanley with a serious expression. She would never forget what Stanley
had done to Rosie.
She promised to herself to have Stanley pay the price at the very thought of it. How could Stanley not know what Summer was thinking? He was already used to her undisguised disgust and hatred for him.
He smiled without answering Summer's question directly. Instead, he asked, "Do you want to take custody of Rosie?"
Summer knew that once it was over between her and Leonardo, they would definitely fight for custody of Rosie. She had always been thinking about this, but hearing Stanley mention it, she realized that she still felt hurt.
Were they doomed to be like this? She didn't have a happy and harmonious family, neither did Leonardo. But couldn't their daughter have one?
Seeing that Summer fell silent, Stanley did not press but whispered, "If you want, I can help you.
"I don't need your help. It's my business and has nothing to do with Leonardo, let alone you.” Summer looked up at him.
Actually, she couldn't put it that way because she owed him. It was Stanley who saved her.
"If you need anything, Come to me at any time. " Stanley stood up, straightened his suit and left.
Summer squeezed the wine glass until her knuckles whitened.
She got up and went to the bathroom, but happened to meet Amber there.
Amber was standing in front of the mirror for a touch-up. Seeing Summer walk in, she glanced at her in the mirror and said in an arrogant voice, "You're really everywhere, going wherever Leonardo goes."
Summer turned on the tap and said slowly, "Is this charity event hosted by Leonardo?"
"You can only argue and find excuses for yourself. Tell me what else you can do?" Amber put away her lipstick and turned to look at Summer.
"At least I won't play shabby tricks like you." Summer chuckled and looked into her eyes.
The expression on Amber's face froze, but she quickly looked as usual. "Throwing accusations with no proof. Is this how you write a play?"
Who exactly was arguing?
Summer had something on her mind without the energy to deal with Amber. She turned around and walked out.
Amber, however, wouldn't stop and followed with her bag.
"Summer, stop!"
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