When Summer first regained her consciousness, she was weak, and her memory was blank.
No one could share the feeling of that sort of terror she had experienced.
Under such circumstances, if a person that was close to her was to appear, and had a relationship with her that was recognized by others, she would naturally rely on that person and trust him.
In terms of that, Stanley’s starting point was good.
However, if one were to look deeper into this, then the statement was somewhat far-fetched.
Nonetheless, the most important thing was for Stanley to recover quickly and get discharged. The rest was of no urgent import.
So, Summer just nodded and asked him, “Still want to drink the soup?”
Stanley smiled and handed her the bowl. “Yeah.”
Summer took the bowl and lowered her head as she scooped him a bowl full of soup.
A strand of hair fell from her ear, and she reached out to push it back to the back of her ear. This simple movement added a tinge of refined demeanor to her.
Stanley looked away and lowered his gaze slightly, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
In fact, when he said he was Summer fiancé, the reasons were not that complicated.
The reason he said only accounted for a small part of it. The bigger part was that he was testing to see if Summer had really lost her memory.
The subsequent events showed that Summer… had indeed lost her memories.
Summer filled the bowl and handed it back to him.
Stanley took it and said warmly. “Thank you.”
“Still ever so polite with me.” Summer sat down beside him. “Even if we are not an unmarried couple, we are still friends, a lifelong friendship, no?”
Stanley laughed out loud as he heard that.
He placed his hands against his lips to suppress his laughter, and as if he was done laughing did he whispered. “Yes.”
“Very funny was it? Give me my soup back!” Summer, seemingly hurt, wanted to snatch the bowl of soup back from Stanley’s hands.
While Stanley may have stitches on his head, his hand movements were still precise and blocked Summer’s hand. “I’m a patient you know.”
Only then did Summer pull her hand back.
While she may have lost her memories, she had not lost her mind yet.
Stanley had many question marks about him, but this was not the right time to ask.
When she was in a vegetative state, Stanley had taken care of her for three long years, and that meant he did not mean ill.
Once Stanley finished the soup, she took the bowl and washed it.
Just as she was done washing, her phone rang.
Summer picked up the phone and saw a phone number she did not recognize.
Her heart leaped, as she guessed that it was probably Leonardo calling her after getting the results.
She looked at Stanley.
The latter’s head was clearly injured and was resting with his eyes closed.
Summer took her phone out of the ward with her, before connecting the call. “Hello?”
The next moment, a deep male voice rang out.
“Ms. Jarrett.”
Summer could immediately tell it was Leonardo’s voice.
Leonardo’s voice was very pleasing to the ear, that low voice had a unique texture to it and was highly distinguishable.
She thought that Tim would contact her once the results are in, but she did not expect Leonardo to personally call her.
Summer was somewhat flattered, and while Leonardo was not a domineering man, he always gave off the vibe of a high and mighty person.
Summer pursed her lips and swallowed her saliva as she spoke. “Hello, Mr. Emerson.”
“The DNA report result is out. Where are you?”
Leonardo’s way of speaking was direct and straight to the point, and Summer had gotten accustomed to his way of speaking.
“I’m at the hospital now…” As she said that, Summer gently pushed the door, and the moment she saw Stanley in the same position through the slit, she closed the door again.
“What are you doing in the hospital?”
Summer had no idea if she was hearing things, but she felt that Leonardo’s tone had raised and sounded… a little anxious.
Summer did not think too much and said, “My friend met with an accident and is currently in the hospital. Send the address to me, I’ll come over.”
The man on the phone straight up ignored her, and his tone was a little strong. “Your address.”
Summer did not want to argue with Leonardo on the matter and gave him the address of the hospital.
Just as she said that, Leonardo immediately hung up the phone.
He was… really a weirdo without any sense of gentlemanliness.
Summer stared at the phone screen for a moment, before taking a deep breath and tucked her phone back into her pocket.
As she returned to the room, she saw Stanley had opened his eyes.
He was not in good shape, and the chat earlier seemed to have drained him of his strength, and looked a little absent-minded now.
Summer frowned slightly. “I have something to attend to.”
Stanley half-squinted eyes opened a little and surprisingly asked, “Who’s looking for you?”
Summer hesitated and said, “Is—”
Stanley interrupted her. “Go and come back early. Be safe. This incident isn’t that simple, it could be aimed at me or at you.”
His tone was slow, yet the words he spoke bore uneasiness.
“I know.” Summer nodded.
She then turned and pulled Stanley’s mobile phone out, and placed it where he could reach it. “Call me if there’s anything.”
Stanley seemed to have smiled. “Okay.”
Earlier, a police officer had come over to take his statements, but as Stanley was still in the ICU then, they did not say much.
Now that Stanley was out of the ICU, the police may come again.
Be it her or Stanley, this was clearly premeditated, and they had long been in the crosshair.
…
Summer looked for the doctor before she left.
Just as she got out of the hospital, she heard the honk of a car stopped not too far away.
The black car looked very low-key, yet very expensive.
Summer walked over directly.
Just as she was about to open the rear door to get in, she found out that the driver was Leonardo.
Summer pulled her hand back and bent down as she greeted him, “Mr. Emerson?”
“Get into the car.”
Leonardo held a cigarette between his fingers, and the cigarette ash had accumulated quite a bit. He then flicked the ash away and looked extremely casual.
Casual, yet dangerous, just like a resting lion.
Summer felt that metaphor was on the mark, as the moment she heard Leonardo telling her to ‘get into the car’, she subconsciously obeyed and got into the car.
She opened the door of the shotgun seat instead. She dared not sit at the back and treat Leonardo like a driver.
The car cabin was quiet to the point of suffocating, and the smell of cigarettes still lingered.
Summer asked softly. “Has Mr. Emerson seen the results of the DNA comparison report?”
“No,” Leonardo answered very succinctly as if every word was worth gold.
Summer had only just recovered and was still sensitive to smell. The smoke in the car made her a little uncomfortable, and she reached her hand out to cover her nose.
The next moment, she heard the sound of the car window being lowered.