Chapter 988 She Can&##x27;t Wait Long

Leonardo came out of the basement and looked up at the sky.

The villa was in the mountains, far from the hustle and bustle of the city center. Late in the summer
night, there were a few scattered stars in the sky.

Brant was old and afraid of falling, so he walked very slowly. He slowly walked behind Leonardo and
carefully asked, "Mr. Emerson, are you staying over or..."

Brant started working for Leonardo a long time ago. Brant couldn't do anything else but drab routines
and he was honest.

However, Brant worked for Leonardo for many years. Leonardo grew from a gloomy and precocious
youth to a man as calm and reserved before Brant's eyes. Brant held Leonardo in awe.

Leonardo didn't say anything at once. Leonardo looked up at the sky for a while before he turned away
his gaze and said slowly, "I'll leave after taking a look."

With that, Leonardo turned around and entered the room. It wasn't Leonardo's first visit to the villa after
it was renovated. Before Summer married him, he had lived here for many years.

Leonardo never thought that the villa would become a place with precious memories for him.

Although it was restored, all the furnishings were the same as before. What happened in the villa was
still clear in Leonardo's memory.

If Michael didn't do evil, while Summer and Leonardo didn't notice the abnormality of Violet and Michael
after they returned to the Emersons, it wouldn't happen, would it? And everything would go well with
Summer and Leonardo.

"Don't follow me." Leonardo stood at the door and spoke to Brant and the bodyguards behind him.



They listened to Leonardo and backed out.

Leonardo walked upstairs along with the living room and walked around the villa. The rebuilt villa no
longer showed any signs of fire.

Leonardo remembered that Summer set fire to the villa and took his pen out. Summer was always soft-
hearted. When Leonardo saw Summer when he was young, he thought Summer was stupid.

Even though Summer's family did not like her and her own mother didn't care about her, she still felt
that her mother loved her. Leonardo couldn't help but laugh when he thought of that.

It was 3 a.m. in the morning when Leonardo returned home.

Leonardo went upstairs to the room to take a look at Summer, and then went to Rosie's room.

Rosie was sleeping soundly with a small puppet in her arms. Her face was flushed red and the hem of
her nightdress warped. Leonardo pulled Rosie's nightdress and turned up the temperature before
leaving quietly.

Leonardo smoked a cigarette in the corridor before returning to his bedroom. He stood in front of the
bed for a while, then sat down by the bed and reached for Summer's hair.

Then Leonardo said, "Summer."

There was no response.

Leonardo called a few times in a row, but there was no sign that Summer was about to wake up.

Leonardo grabbed Summer's exposed hand and pinched it hard. Summer, who was sleeping, only
frowned and snorted, but she still did not wake up.



Leonardo kept pinching Summer's hand for a long time before slowly letting go of it.

Leonardo clenched his fist slowly and his beautiful jaw line tightened, looking repressed and restraining
himself.

Previously, Summer had difficulty falling asleep. Her health got worse recently. Summer often felt
fatigued and it would be difficult to wake her up once she fell asleep.

Summer couldn't wait much longer, both psychologically and physically.


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