Chapter 1161 Bury Her with His Own Hands

The next morning, when Summer woke up, her first reaction was to find Leonardo.

When she realized there was no one beside her, she heard Leonardo's voice.

"Morning."

Leonardo was still wearing his pajamas. He stood in front of the window with an elegant posture. It
looked as if he had just gotten up. His expression on the face made him look like he got up for a while.

It was still raining outside. The gloomy rain was his background, making the scene somewhat bleak.

"It's still raining." Summer's gaze shifted to the window.

She got out of bed and wanted to step toward Leonardo. Just as her feet touched the ground, she
heard Leonardo remind her, "Shoes."

Summer was speechless. She was not a child, and certainly knew that she had to wear shoes.
However, Leonardo always seemed to be worried about her and kept everything in mind.

He worked so hard on every detail. No wonder the doctor said his health was in poor condition.

Summer slowly put on her shoes and walked to Leonardo, "When did you get up?"

Last night, she was worried that Leonardo might not be able to fall asleep, so she thought she should
talk to him. However, she probably fell asleep very quickly without saying too much, because she didn't
have any memories of their conversation. If they did chat for a long time, it wouldn't be the case.

He was indeed a bit tired from rushing back from Eureka City yesterday.

After sleeping all night, the buttons on the collar of Summer's pajamas had loosened up, making the
pajama look baggy. Leonardo straightened her clothes and helped her fasten the buttons. He said



faintly, "Just now."

His expression was as still as an ancient well in the mountains. The arrogance from the past could no
longer be seen from his expression. At a glance, it looked like his temperament was restrained.

He had changed as time passed.

The weather had been cloudy and rainy, and the temperature also dropped a few degrees.

Summer, who was dressed in black, led Rosie downstairs. Rosie even wore a thicker coat.

Leonardo was waiting in the hall, holding onto his phone as if he was sending a message to someone.

"Let's go." Summer led Rosie to him.

Leonardo stood up and felt a small and soft palm stretching out to grab his finger.

When he lowered his sight, Rosie happened to raise her head, with her small but serious face, "Daddy,
hands."

Leonardo tightened his fingers to hold her small fleshy hand tightly in his palm. Summer looked over,
and her expression relaxed slightly.

There were only a few staff and bodyguards in the funeral home.

As Summer walked inside, she heard something behind her. Before she could turn around, Rosie had
taken the lead and said, "It's Uncle Tim and Uncle Carl."

Summer turned around and found that there came the Tim, his wife and their son, Carl, Jessica, and
Warren, who she hadn't seen for a long time. The last time she saw Warren, it was when he worked for
Leonardo and showed her those documents.



Leonardo went in first. Summer and Rosie stayed behind and waited for them.

They were all old friends for many years, and also those who Leonardo trusted most. There was no
need for other words. After nodding to each other, they walked in together.

The funeral was simple and solemn. When they went to the cemetery, it was still raining.

Leonardo did the burying with his own hands, shoveling dirt one after another. He wouldn't let others do
it.

In the rain, no one could see his expression clearly, but sorrow lingered around everyone.

Summer looked at him, feeling her heart being cut by a knife, with tears flowing down her cheeks.
Rosie cried as well. She did not know why she was sad, but she just wanted to cry.

Even the tough men behind her couldn't help but wet their eyes.


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