Summer's voice was calm and sincere. "No, I won't take away your Daddy. I'll never be with him. I'm saving you because I want to save you."The boy looked at Summer, confused. "Why do you want to save me?""Well..." Summer hesitated about the answer. "I received help when I was in trouble, so I want to do the same and help those in need.""But Mom says you're evil. Why would a bad person help others?" The boy said, young and naive."You should learn how to differentiate good and bad. Don't just accept what you've been told as it is. You're in elementary school, right? You need to learn to decide for yourself. When you grow up, you'll understand whether I'm a good or bad person," Summer explained.Straightening up, Summer raised her hand, wanting to pat the little boy's head. However, the boy quickly turned away, avoiding her touch.Summer stared at her hand blankly. When she turned to Hayden again, she saw the look in his eyes and realized the distance between them. Maybe the chi
Harry hugged his son gently. "Your mo- ...Aunt Summer will save your life. So, from now on, don't break her heart, okay?"Hayden remained silent and never answered him. Harry glanced down, and the two pairs of similar eyes met."I didn't ask her to save me. I don't even care," Hayden mumbled.Harry warned in a solemn voice, "Don't make her sad. If you do, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my life."Surprise flashed through the young boy's eyes. It was the first time Daddy had been so stern with him. Although he was only seven years old, he was smart enough to realize that the woman he had met earlier was important to Daddy!-Two days later, Summer returned to the hospital for the direct donor-to-patient transfusion that had been employed in treating Hayden's illness. Satisfaction filled her as she realized her blood was entering Hayden's body, potentially saving his life. This was the least she could do to save her son.Summer gradually felt tired and short of breath as th
“Summer, please don’t love Nathan. Please don’t love him, I beg you!” Harry begged in a husky voice. He pressed his forehead against her hand and pleaded.-The sky was dark when Summer woke up. She raised her hand and realized that the IV drip had been removed. She tried to sit up and wondered what time it was now. “You’re awake.” Summer was startled by the voice and realized that Harry was there as he stood up from the couch in her ward. He was walking toward her. “Why are you here?” Summer was stunned. She realized that she had asked a silly question. She was in a casualty ward, and the medical staff wouldn’t be bothered by who was visiting the patient. Summer lifted the covers and got out of bed. “I’m going home.” However, she was still weak, and her legs gave out. Harry rushed forward to support Summer. “You are still weak. You donated a lot of blood, and you’ve only slept for 10 hours.” “Don’t touch me, Harry!” Summer exclaimed and pushed him away. Still, he carried her
Summer looked at Harry with a straight face. “Yes.” That one word made him feel heartbroken. Harry was stunned, and he let go of his grip unconsciously. He looked at his empty hand and knew that they could never get back together again. Summer ordered a bowl of soup and some snacks at the hospital’s canteen and ate there. She went to Hayden’s ward after finishing her meal. Hayden was placed in a sterile ward because of the exchange transfusion. Summer could only look at her son through the glass. The nurse told her that Hayden’s condition was not bad. It would take a few days to confirm his condition after his body stabilized. Summer wasn’t bothered if Hayden would acknowledge her as his mother. She just wanted him to live well and have a bright future. After staying for a while, she noticed Harry standing behind her as she was about to leave. “When Hayden gets better, I will tell him that you’re his biological mother,” Harry said. “I don’t care as long as he knows that Joyce
Summer took a cab at the hospital entrance and left the hospital. A figure stepped out from the shadows as he watched her leave. Harry smiled bitterly as he recalled how he had done nothing to help Summer back then, and now, she no longer accepted his kindness. Hayden was the only connection between them, Two days later, Harry requested to meet Weston, and Weston was a little surprised. He couldn’t refuse the invitation since they still had to meet each other at events in Lanford. Weston wondered why Harry wanted to meet up. Harry had set up a table with good wine and food in a high-class club in Lanford. “You didn’t invite me here just to eat with you, right?” Weston raised an eyebrow.“Thank you for saving Summer,” Harry said. “You don’t have to thank me for it. I was just returning someone else’s favor. You should thank the Valors, Lucas, and Summer’s close friend, Clara. They are the ones who really helped Summer.” “I will thank them one day.” Harry poured wine into their gl
Weston told Harry how Summer had been tortured in the psychiatric hospital and how Joyce had locked her up in the basement of the Hope residence, abusing her. Weston couldn’t believe that someone with a bright future had been treated like that. Harry’s chest tightened, and it was hard for him to breathe as he listened on. It was too painful for him to know that he was the cause of all of her suffering. The woman he loved the most had been treated badly, and he hadn’t protected her at all. Harry wondered if Summer hated him when she was suffering the torture. He deserved to be hated and ignored by her. He had been enjoying life while she was being tormented. ‘What have I done?’ Harry regretted it deeply. “That’s all I know,” Weston said. Harry laughed suddenly, but there was sorrow in his laughter. He could feel Summer’s pain through Weston's words, and he wondered how Summer had endured it physically. He couldn’t imagine the pain she had been through. Weston sighed. That was
When Weston reached home, the servants told him that Frederick was practicing piano in the piano room. He stood at the door quietly and found Frederic focusing on the piano. There were a few origami frogs that Jacqueline had given him on top of the piano. Frederick wasn’t interested in those expensive toys, but he cherished those paper frogs very much. Jacqueline was even more important than Weston in Fredericks eyes. Although Weston had never fallen in love with anyone, he understood that Frederick “loved” Jacqueline. Frederick only knew that Jacqueline was very important to him now, but as he grew up, he would know that it was love. Weston was worried that Frederick's feelings would turn into possessiveness instead of love. He didn’t want his son to become someone like Harry in the future. Frederick noticed Weston once he was done playing the current piece. “Daddy,” he called out. Weston entered the room and fixed his gaze on the paper frogs. He picked up one of them and asked
“No, you can leave first. Someone will take him back soon,” Weston said. After the call ended, Weston looked at Frederick and said, “If you want to be with Jacqueline in the future, you must always stand by her and believe her. You have to help her if she’s in trouble too.” “I will definitely help Jackie with all my might,” Frederick said. “Good!” Weston hoped that Frederick would always remember what he said today. -Summer didn’t expect Harry to show up at her door being drunk. “Harry, it’s late. I’m going to bed,” Summer said coldly and tried to close the door. He stopped her by putting a hand on the door frame. “Don’t… don’t close the door. I’m here… to see you and… to talk to you. Don’t worry… I won’t do anything… to hurt you…” Harry was so drunk that he couldn’t even speak properly. Summer frowned and wondered how much he had drunk. “But I don’t want to see you, and I don’t have anything to talk to you about!” Summer said. “Don’t come looking for me when you’re drunk.