Predestined Marriage
Chapter 295 Call Me Uncle

Jessica thought for a moment and said, "I don't understand..."

Summer put those lychees in the fridge and asked her, "Let's talk about something else. Have you eaten yet?"

"I ate with the crew." Jessica patted her head and said, "I recalled that I have another thing to ask you. I saw your interview video. What are you trying to do with that?"

Last time, after asking Jessica to help replace a reporter, Summer set fire to the villa and escaped. Ever since that, Jessica was really a little afraid of Summer.

She used to think that she could be good enough at causing trouble, but now she realized that Summer was crazier than her.

Summer smiled and said, "I was just hoping to hype up my 'Lost City' show."

"Come on." Jessica rolled her eyes at her.

After taking a plate of lychees out of the fridge, Summer cleaned them and brought them to Jessica. She said with a rarely serious tone, "Jessica, the Emersons are very complex. If I don't take the initiative to do something, I will be led away by them forever."

As Summer mentioned the Emersons, Jessica got serious, "Is there still no news of Rosie?"

Summer shook her head and said coldly, "I guess someone from the Emersons will come to see me soon."

When Leonardo got out of Summer's apartment, Tim hurriedly went to the back of the car and opened the door for him.

Driving the car, Tim looked at Leonardo in the rear-view mirror several times.

Leonardo slightly closed his eyes and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Since Leonardo said so, Tim did not hesitate anymore and be straight, "If you are worried about her, why did you let her move out again?"

After several seconds of silence, Leonardo said deliberately, "She might be happier moving out."

Tim remembered that they had discussed this last year. What did Leonardo say at that time?

What Leonardo said back then was to the effect that he would rather suffer together with her?

In more than half a year, Leonardo's thoughts had changed expectedly.

Summer guessed correctly.

Soon, someone from the Emersons came looking for her.

That night, she chatted with Jessica for a while. Because Jessica had to work the next day, she left early.

Summer's plan for the next day was still to go to the set.

However, just as she got out of the building, a black car stopped in front of her.

The window fell, revealing the face of a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Leonardo. "Summer, long time no see."

The emotion of disgust showed up in Summer's eyes, and quickly it turned into surprise, "Mr. Emerson?"

Michael smiled and looked like a gentle elder, "Even though you are no longer Leonardo's girlfriend, there is no need to call me like this. Is it that difficult for you to call me uncle?" Although his expression was gentle, he was sitting in the car while talking to Summer. That imperceptibly produced a sense of distance.

Summer obediently called him, "Uncle."

Michael was satisfied with this, "Where are you going? Do you have time to have a cup of coffee with me?"

Summer smiled and nodded, "Of course."

She was waiting for Michael to come. Of course, she would not reject his invitation.

"Get in the car."

As Michael told her to get in, Liam, who was driving the car, got out of the car and opened the back door for Summer.

"Thank you, Mr. Saber." Summer nodded slightly to Liam before getting into the car.

Michael sat beside her with a calm expression.

Summer lowered her jaw nervously and looked straight ahead, not looking at Michael.

The car soon stopped in front of a cafe.

She and Michael walked in one after the other, and the waiter led them into the booth that had been booked early in the morning.

When the coffee was served, Michael stirred up the coffee and asked with concern as if he was catching up on old times, "How was your life abroad in the past six months?"

Summer curved her lips and politely replied, "Uncle, thank you for asking. Everything was fine."

Michael sighed and said slowly, "We were too anxious about my father back then, so we misunderstood you. You are a good girl, and I know you wouldn't do that. My father fell down the stairs most likely because he was too old and his legs were too weak."

Summer tightened her grip on the coffee spoon.

Too old? Legs were too weak?

Mr. Charlie was well maintained, and everyone could tell he was hale and hearty.

Moreover, it was clear that someone had deliberately come to call her over that morning.

It's also clear that the accident was well-planned. Now, Michael told her that it was because Mr. Charlie was too weak.

Back then, she just woke up and didn't think too much about it. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been called over just by a servant's message.

Later on, when she thought about it, she realized that usually when Mr. Charlie wanted her over, he would not let a servant pass on a message.

This flawed statement was utterly unjustifiable.

However, Summer could not be straight to question him.

Summer lowered her eyes and pinched her leg with her hand under the table.

She pinched so hard that she shed tears in pain.

She raised her head to look at Michael and asked with a choked voice, "Is Grandpa alright now?"

Michael did not seem to have expected Summer to be so sad. He was stunned for a moment before he said, "The same as before."

Summer nodded and carefully asked, "When can I go and see him?"

She really wanted to see Mr. Charlie.

However, there had never been a justified reason.

"Of course." Michael suddenly stopped smiling and he asked seriously, "What happened between you and Leonardo? I heard from Douglas that Leonardo took the child away." When Summer heard him mention the child, she loosened her hand and the spoon in her hand fell into the cup. When touching the rim of the cup, it let out a loud and clear sound.

What did Michael mean?

What was he trying to probe into?

Was he testing how much Summer knew about the child or was he testing whether Leonardo and she were close enough that he would tell her that the child might be stolen by the Emersons? Summer's hand, which was placed under the table, was clenched into a fist and loosened again.

She did not know how to answer this question, so she simply lowered her head and made a sad expression.

Every time she thought of Rosie, tears would stream down her face if not restrained.

Michael narrowed his eyes slightly and was thinking something. He slowly said, "Leonardo is indeed going too far this time. Although I am the grandfather of the child and she is destined to stay in the Emersons, I have to say, she is still too young to leave her mother. She should stay by you until she grows up..."

Summer simply covered her face and cried, "I'm sorry, Uncle. I'm just too sad..."‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒