Chapter 840 Psychological Distortion

Stanley seemed to be extremely unstable. Summer was worried that he would do something
unreasonable if his emotions went out of control.

"Is this why you've always hated Leonardo?" Summer looked at Stanley, her eyes wandering around.

Stanley had stopped her here for so long. Logically speaking, Tim should have discovered that she had
disappeared. He should come and look for her.

Stanley sneered.

At this time, Tim ran over from the corner. When he saw Summer, he let out a sigh of relief. He gasped
and shouted, "President Summer."

Summer heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Tim.

Stanley noticed Tim as well. He became alert and took advantage of Summer's carelessness to run
into the alley.

Summer and Tim exchanged a glance and chased after him.

When they chased after him, a car happened to park beside Stanley. He opened the car door and got
in, and the car immediately drove away.

As soon as he got into the car, the car flew out. Summer didn't even have time to look at the license
plate.

"He gets away!" Summer reached out to brush her hair and let out a long sigh of relief.

Tim calmed down and said, "Why is Stanley here?"



"I don't know." Summer put her hands on her waist and looked in the direction where the car
disappeared. She said, "After you entered the supermarket, I saw a very familiar figure. When I ran to
here, Stanley appeared."

"Then..." Tim's expression changed slightly, "Did Stanley ask someone to send that pen to the Emerson
Group?"

"No." Summer shook her head, "I still think that it was Leonardo, but I don't know why Stanley
appeared here."

Summer thought of what Stanley had just said and asked Tim, "Has Leonardo told you anything about
Stanley before? For example, why was Stanley always targeting him?"

Tim thought for a while and said, "Mr. Emerson didn't mention it."

Summer nodded thoughtfully.

Stanley had said so much just now, but Summer felt that Stanley hadn't finished his words yet.

On the surface, Stanley was extremely capable of disguising himself, but in fact, his mind was already
somewhat twisted.

If he wanted revenge, he could definitely seek revenge from the Emerson Group for so many years, but
he had obviously transferred all of his hatred to Leonardo.

Back then, Leonardo was just a child, an innocent victim. However, Stanley had spent so much energy
to deal with Leonardo.

What was this if it wasn't a psychological distortion?

"Let's go back." Summer turned around and walked out.



It was almost eight o'clock when Summer got home.

Rosie and the babysitter had finished supper, and Rosie was watching cartoons.

Hearing the door open from outside, Rosie ran towards the door. When the door opened, Rosie
shouted happily, "Mom! You're back."

Summer looked at Rosie's smile and all her exhaustion disappeared.

Summer put the bag in her hand aside, squatted down, hugged Rosie, and kissed her on the little face.

Rosie smiled as she took out the slippers and placed them neatly in front of Summer, "Mom, change
your shoes."

"Thank you, Rosie." Summer smiled gently.

When she changed her shoes, Rosie looked at her from the side and said, "Mom, I drew a picture
today."

Summer asked her, "What did you draw?"

"I drew you and Dad." Rosie turned around and ran away, "Let me show you."


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