Chapter 584 Go in and Take a Look?

Now that "Connel" was Stanley, why did Jenny have such a response when Summer mentioned
Stanley earlier?

Summer carefully recalled Connel's behaviors.

When she first came to Country M, she just felt that Stanley and Connel were alike.

But the sense wasn't so overwhelming until she got along with Connel.

Why? Did he have dual personality?

After Stanley showed his hand, some changes came to her life. A few days ago, the servants and
bodyguards in the villa followed her at a distance. But today, they didn't even move a step from her.
She would always find servants or bodyguards by her side.

Summer was annoyed. She swung the door of the bathroom open and asked in a tone laced with
agitation, "I'm going to the bathroom. Do you want to go in and take a look?"

The servant slightly bowed in fear and trepidation.

Summer suffered from the fidgets.

Though the villa was filled with servants and bodyguards, only Stanley and Jenny would talk to her.

But she now felt antipathy against Stanley. And Jenny felt the same against Summer.

Jenny had disguised herself, but now she just showed her hatred straightforward.

Summer entered the bathroom. Seeing the servant still stooping outside, she just shut the door.

She crossed her arms and paced back and forth in the bathroom.



The bathroom was a completely sealed space with only one vent. Life was not a movie, nor was she a
spy. She was naturally unable to pry the vent open and escape through it.

In the end, she had no choice but flush the toilet, pretending to have used it before leaving.

Sure enough, the servant was waiting at the door.

Summer took a glance at her and went to the kitchen to serve herself a glass of hot water.

It was getting colder and colder, so Rosie hated to get out of bed. She was reluctant to get up in the
morning. And she would sneak back to her room as soon as she finished her breakfast.

But heaters in the whole villa were running. Maybe the heater in her room worked better.

Summer pushed open Rosie's door with the glass cup in her hand.

She acted quietly and Rosie was absorbed in playing with her toys, ignoring her presence.

Summer gently closed the door and walked over. She heard Rosie muttering, "This is Rosie. This is
mom. And that is Leonoodle...no, not Leonoodle... he is fierce...."

Summer paused.

And Rosie was still talking to herself.

She even took a cue from Leonardo's tone, "No! You can't go!"

However, she didn't sound fierce at all. Mixed emotion filled Summer's eyes.

It was said that children were forgetful and naïve. Perhaps that was just adults' misunderstanding.

Summer sat down at her bedside and called her, "Rosie?"



Summer happened to be muttering, "Go find Summer...." she suddenly raised her head and blinked
with confusion, "What did you say?"

"Drink some water." Summer handed the glass to her.

Rosie took the glass over and drank. The glass was a little big for her. Worrying that she would drop it,
Summer reached to help her steady the glass.

Rosie drank more than half of it and sucked her teeth, "Alright."

Summer put the glass aside and watched the lovely puppets in Rosie's hand. "What are you playing
with?" she asked.

"This is for you." Rosie handed a princess doll to Summer, then frowned at the black soldier-like one.
After some hesitation, she handed it over, "This is Leonoodle."

"Why do you call him Leonoodle again?" Summer took the black soldier. The little soldier actually
looked a little fierce.

For Rosie, Leonardo was a fierce father.

Rosie's face fell. She poked at the soldier with one finger and said sullenly, "He didn't come to pick me
up. Uncle Stanley said that Dad would come to pick me up...."

As she spoke, the corners of her mouth dropped, and tears welled up in her eyes. She felt totally
wronged.

Summer guessed that Stanley had told her something like Leonardo would come to pick her up.

But Rosie was a child, and she was unable to understand adults' hypocrisy. So, she of course believed
Stanley.



Summer leaned over to stroke Rosie's head. She comforted her gently, "Dad will come to pick you up.
But he had some trouble on the way, so he's a little late."

Rosie threw the toys to the side and wrapped her arms around Summer's neck for a hug.

The moment Summer pulled her in her arms, Rosie began to sob.

She muttered about Leonardo as she cried.

"He's a bad father. He didn't take me to find you...."

"And he didn't come to pick me up either...."

Summer's brows were slightly knitted.

But Rosie was lost in sorrow and she had to placate her before talking sense into her.

Summer took two napkins and wiped her tears.

"Rosie, I has something to tell you. You should stop crying now."

Rosie was a good girl and calmed down soon.

Just as Summer was about to start talking, Rosie wiped her face and looked up at Summer, "Tears
streak my face. Mom, help me wash my face."

Summer swallowed her words.

And her solemn face was melted away by Rosie's words.

"Didn't you cry so hard? Now you know it is uncomfortable afterward?" she carried her into the
bathroom.



Rosie sniffed twice and rested an arm on Summer's shoulder. She refuted, "I cried because I was
upset."

Summer felt it amusing since Rosie said it with a childish tone.

However, Rosie was a big girl now. She couldn't laugh out.

Summer put her on the washing basin and turned on the tap, "Did Leonoodle upset you?"

Rosie replied with a solemn face, "Yes."

Loving to play with water, Rosie did not forget to reach out to the running water after
that.

Rosie sniffed twice and rested an arm on Summer's shoulder. She refuted, "I cried because | was
upset."

Summer felt it amusing since Rosie said it with a childish tone.

However, Rosie was a big girl now. She couldn't laugh out.

Summer put her on the washing basin and turned on the tap, "Did Leonoodle upset you?"
Rosie replied with a solemn face, "Yes."

Loving to play with water, Rosie did not forget to reach out to the running water after
that.



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