Predestined Marriage Chapter 573 I Saw Her Kill Herself with My Own Eyes

Hearing what Summer said, Connel looked at her with a half-smile and said lightly, "Is that so?"

Summer looked at him without saying anything.

She felt Connel was so strange. He looked exactly the same as Stanley. If he pretended to be Stanley,
nobody would doubt him.

Summer had spent a period of time with Stanley before and was quite familiar with him. But when she
first met Connel, she couldn't tell them apart.

Summer averted her gaze and asked him with a cold expression, "Since your target was me, why did
you let me go back then? It's unnecessary for you to threaten me by taking my daughter."

"That's unnecessary for you, not us."

By this time, Connel clearly didn't intend to hide anything. "If I got you, Leonardo would come to
Country M to look for me. But if anything happened to you after I let you go, Leonardo would directly go
find you, which can give us a chance to bring your daughter out..."

Summer looked at him coldly with her tightly-knitted eyebrows. "But wouldn't it turn out the same way?"

She thought it absolutely unnecessary for Connel and his men to take Rosie.

"Of course not. We got Rosie and you would definitely come for us, just like today." Summer felt it quite
strange to hear Connel, who looked the same as Stanley, say this.

"Then why do you cooperate with Vicky?" Summer was very clear that Connel did not know Vicky.

"How could I cooperate with that woman? I just gave her some information about you. She hates your
guts and would definitely jump at the chance."



"What exactly are you trying to do?" Summer was getting more confused about Connel's purpose.

Connel became serious and leaned slightly towards her. "If you let me go, I'll tell you what we want to
do."

Summer glanced at him and said nothing. She turned around and went out.

She closed the door and stood outside, thinking for a while.

Connel was as calculating and manipulative as Leonardo. Even though he was taken hostage by
Leonardo, he looked indifferent. Summer didn't know if he had expected this or wasn't afraid at all.

But he had just tried to persuade her into letting him go! Connel had so many secrets. How could she
let him go?

Even if she had to, Leonardo would definitely not allow her to do that.

Summer didn't walk far before she came across Tim.

Knowing that Summer intended to see Connel, Tim asked in confusion, "Mrs. Emerson?"

"No matter what I asked, he only beat around the bush and said something useless." Summer took a
deep breath and continued, "But there is no denying that the people behind him are very powerful.
They could easily find out about my relationship with Vicky and what happened between us. They could
also make use of her to get what they wanted."

Hearing this, Tim looked serious. Something suddenly struck Summer. "I forgot to ask him something."

"What is it?"

"It's just a hypnosis. Leonardo suspected that Stanley might have something to do with him being
hypnotized. Although I'm suspicious of Stanley, now I feel Connel are much more likely to do this."



Speaking of Stanley, Summer pursed her lips and continued, "Stanley is a psychologist, but I'm pretty
sure Connel's identity as a chef is just a cover."

After pondering for a moment, Tim said, "If it's really Connel who hypnotized Mr. Emerson, then it's
quite hard to figure out what they want to do."

In the evening, Summer called the doctor to apply medicine to Connel's wounds.

Afterwards, Tim brought someone to question Connel, who answered each question he asked without
providing any clue to their investigation.

During the meal, Summer lost her appetite. She ate a little and left the dining room for the courtyard. As
the days grew colder, the temperature outside at night dropped a lot.

Summer stood in the courtyard for a few minutes, feeling very cold. All she was thinking about was
Rosie.

Would those people take good care of her in such a cold days? Would they nurse and feed her well?
Or was she being treated harshly in a place she didn't know?

Thinking of this, Summer grew particularly anxious and restless.

She wished she could immediately fly to where Rosie was.

At this time, she started to complain about Leonardo.

If Leonardo had told her earlier, perhaps both of them could have found a way to save Rosie.

Summer thought too much and grew upset. She remembered what Connel said.

—If you let me go, I'll tell you what we want to do.



When Connel said this to her, she refused without hesitation.

But now she started to waver over that.

Under current circumstances, she couldn't take too much into consideration. She only wanted to see
Rosie and make sure she was safe.

Suddenly, Summer felt something on her. She looked back and saw Leonardo with his head down, who
was draping a coat over her shoulders.

Since they came back, they had a quarrel in the room. In addition to that, they didn't talk to each other
all the day.

Leonardo was probably thinking about his mother, while Summer was worried about Rosie.

Summer drew the coat around her. After thinking for a while, she said in a very serious tone,
"Leonardo, I can't wait any longer. I miss Rosie so much."

She really missed Rosie, and was even willing to trade herself for her daughter.

Leonardo replied coldly, "No, you can't."

Summer asked him, "You also want to know anything about your mother, don't you?"

Leonardo's face quickly darkened, looking gloomy. Summer was just standing beside him and could
feel a chill down her spine.

After a few seconds, he said in a low voice, "Back then, I saw her kill herself with my own eyes."

Although Summer knew how his mother died from his stories, it was the first time that she had heard
him be so straightforward about his mother's death.



Summer slightly closed her eyes and pondered for a moment before continuing, "Yes, you did see
everything with your own eyes back then, but you still live in hope of her being alive."

After saying it, she gazed at Leonardo. Under her gaze, Leonardo actually looked away, trying to avoid
her eyes. Summer knew she was right about what Leonardo was thinking.


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