Chapter 693 Stop Torturing Each Other

The next morning, Summer was woken up by the ringing of her cell phone.

She reached out and took her phone. Seeing that it was Jessica, she pulled herself up and sat up to
answer the phone.

"Jessica? What's wrong?" When Jessica was in the middle of a shooting, she would only call her at
night. And usually she would choose to sleep if she didn't have work. There must be something
important since she called Summer so early in the morning.

"Do you know what happened to Carl?" Jessica's voice sounded a little hoarse. Summer didn't know
whether she didn't sleep well or had a cold.

"What's wrong?" Everything was fine when she took Rosie to the Golden Cauldron Club for dinner
yesterday. What could happen in one night?

"Wait a moment." Rustling came from Jessica.

Not long after, Summer received a new WeChat message.

She did not hang up the phone and directly read the message.

The message was sent by Jessica.

Jessica sent her several screenshots of trending topics and news.

"According to informed sources, Carl, the CEO of Tip Top Media Company, has an illegitimate
daughter...."

Illegitimate daughter? Summer was totally in a daze. How could Carl have an illegitimate daughter?

Recalling Jessica's tone just now, Summer asked, "Jessica, you can't believe these reports."



"It clearly says that Carl has brought his daughter to hang around in the Golden Cauldron Club. And it
was not a little baby! Everyone in Hoover City now knows that Carl has a three or four-year-old
daughter!"

The more Jessica spoke, the angrier she became. She kicked the chair in front of her.

Summer felt that it was weird. She just skimmed the headline and the news and didn't pay much
attention.

Now she went back to read it carefully. When reading "Yesterday, according to informed resources...."
Summer seemed to understand.

"Yesterday, I took Rosie to the Golden Cauldron Club for dinner. Carl was also there. He took Rosie to
play for a while. Many people saw him at that time." Summer talked to Jessica about what happened
yesterday.

"No wonder he likes Rosie so much. That's because he has a daughter of his own." Jessica sneered,
and Summer could feel her resentment through the screen.

Summer sighed, "Jessica, why are you so stupid at this time? The news is talking about 'yesterday'.
Yesterday, Carl stayed in the Golden Cauldron Club. Maybe those people thought that Rosie was his
daughter."

At the other end of the phone, Jessica fell silent when she heard what Summer was talking about.

After a long time, Jessica slowly said, "Is that so?"

Summer comforted her, "What do you think? Do you think that Carl really has a daughter with another
woman, right? You know what kind of person Carl is."



Jessica's mood changed drastically. She heaved a sigh of relief because of Summer's words, but she
refused to speak highly of Carl. "Who knows what kind of person Carl is? I don't care who he has a
daughter with."

"I wonder who just now sounded like she was about to cry."

"Anyway, it's not me. I still have work to do. See you."

As soon as Jessica finished speaking, she hurriedly hung up the phone.

Summer sighed as she looked at the phone. She wondered when Jessica and Carl could stop torturing
each other.

Being woken up by Jessica's phone call so early, Summer no longer felt sleepy. She got up.

The first thing Summer did when she got up was to take a look at Rosie.

It was very cold in winter. Although there was a heater in the room, Summer was still afraid that Rosie
would catch a cold. However, Rosie insisted on sleeping on her own. Summer had no choice but listen
to her daughter.

Summer gently pushed Rosie's door open and walked to the bedside. Rosie already woke up and was
looking at her with her big bright eyes.

Apparently, she had woken up for a long time.

Summer was a little surprised, "Rosie, you woke up so early?"

"Yes." Rosie immediately sat up.

Summer helped her get dressed and asked her, "What do you like for breakfast?"



Rosie rubbed her eyes and said, "Anything."

"Do you want to eat porridge? I will cook it for you right now." The "anything" Rosie talked about was
porridge.

Summer put the rice into a pot and turned on the fire. Then, she came back and took Rosie to wash up.

When the breakfast was ready, they sat down to eat. At this time, the doorbell rang.

Summer was a little sensitive to the doorbell lately. She put down the spoon and did not get up
immediately. Instead, she asked Rosie, "Who do you think is knocking on the door?"

Rosie ate a large spoonful of porridge, and then turned to look in the direction of the door. She said
seriously, "It's Dad."

Leonardo? Hearing Rosie say so, Summer skipped a heartbeat.

"You might be wrong."

Rosie raised her chin. She looked very sure that Leonardo was outside, "We'll know after you open the
door."

Summer just asked casually, but Rosie was so certain that even she felt that the person waiting outside
was Leonardo.

Summer got up and walked to the door. She did not look out from the peephole and directly opened the
door.

The moment the door opened, Summer was stunned.



Since the snow on the first day of the New Year, it had been cold these days. Leonardo, who was not
afraid of the cold, wore a long woolen coat and a dark gray scarf around his neck. This made him look
slender and gentle.

He looked down at Summer with a cold expression, "I'm here to pick Rosie up."

Summer suddenly regained her senses. She hesitated for a moment and moved aside to let Leonardo
in.

Before Summer opened the door, Rosie already stretched her neck and looked at the door. Seeing
Leonardo walk over, she smiled and said, "I know it is Dad."

Summer pretended to be angry and glared at her. Rosie just kept smiling.

After Leonardo approached, he took off his scarf and placed it on the sofa before sitting at the dining
table.

Leonardo sat beside Rosie and leaned towards Rosie, "What are you eating?"

"This." Rosie handed a spoon of porridge to Leonardo and asked, "Do you want some?"

Just as Leonardo was about to open his mouth, Rosie suddenly removed the spoon and laughed.
"Dad, you can't eat mine. I don't have much. You can eat Mom's."

Seeing Leonardo refused by his daughter, Summer was about to laugh but stopped when she heard
what Rosie said.

She picked up the bowl and drank all the porridge in two or three gulps.

Then, she looked at Leonardo with a calm expression, "Mine's finished. You have to help yourself if you
want some."



She didn't want to feed Leonardo porridge with a spoon.


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