Vicky finally ended up like this. To sum up, it could be said that a wicked person would be harassed by
another of like ilk.
However, Summer could not agree with Stanley. Her education and her value made her unable to
agree with Stanley.
"Do you want me to say thank you so that you can feel more at ease?" Summer looked at Stanley and
sneered, "Does your sister know that her life is saved, at the cost of other’s life?"
Stanley's face clouded with anger, "Summer, it's not good for you to provoke me now."
"I'm just telling you the truth. Why are you angry?" Summer raised her head slightly and looked at the
rain outside.
Stanley heaved a long sigh of relief and looked at Summer with half-smile. "You are very smart, but
sometimes it is useless to be smart." After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Summer watched Stanley leave, sunk in thought.
"President Summer. Are you alright?" As Stanley left, Tim walked over.
Summer shook her head and thought of something. She walked to Tim and whispered, "Has Leonardo
contacted you?"
Tim shook his head wonderingly.
Summer hadn't seen Leonardo in the past two days. Before she saw Stanley, she did not feel anything
strange. However, when she saw Stanley, she suddenly started to worry about Leonardo.
Leonardo had always been confident and thoughtful. If he didn't want to share, it would be very difficult
for others to know what he was thinking. Summer sighed.
Seeing Summer's frown, Tim couldn't help but frown as well.
"Let's go back first." Summer said as she walked out.
After walking for a few steps, Summer noticed that someone was staring at her from behind, so she
turned around and looked over.
She saw Vicky. Vicky had paid her respects to Alexander and now she was pushed aside by Karen.
Karen was giving orders to the servants, while Vicky was sitting in a wheelchair, staring straight in
Summer’s direction.
Summer and Vicky exchanged glances for a few seconds before Summer looked away. It wasn't until
Summer walked out of the funeral home that Vicky's gaze was stopped.
The next night, when Summer was driving away from the Emerson Group, Karen suddenly came out
from the side and stopped Summer's car.
Summer was tired of Karen. She just lowered the window and looked at Karen expressionlessly.
Karen's face was pale. When she saw Summer, she murmured, "Summer." Her voice was very hoarse.
Summer raised her eyebrows and did not say a word.
"Vicky..." Karen's voice was choked and the words were disjointed, "She was gone last night."
Summer did not understand, "Gone?"
"Yes." Karen began to sob, tears flowing out of her eyes.
Only then did Summer understand that she was "gone" meant that she was dead.
When Summer went to the funeral yesterday, Vicky was fine. Although Vicky looked very weak, she
was still alive.
"I'm so sad now, but I don't know whom I can talk to. Summer, can you stay with me for a while?" Karen
cried bitterly at the end of her sentence.
It was hard to say if Summer was touched, but when she thought that Karen was so sad because of
Vicky, her heart turned cold again.
Vicky had tried to kill her time and time again, so she could not be magnanimous.
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