Aristotle seemed more energetic now that his fever was gone. His appetite had returned too. Arianne was relieved. She forced Mark to leave. She couldn’t possibly let the baby’s illness drag the entire family down. It’s not like they had to stay next to him all day.
Meanwhile, in a different hospital, Jackson stayed by Summer’s bedside the entire night. The next morning, he bought lychees and grapes at his mother’s request and peeled them for her. He put the bowl in her hands. “I think, aside from the inconvenience from your bad leg, nothing’s really stopping you from eating. Don’t you have a chauffeur? What happened?”
Summer complained as she ate. “Seriously, my chauffeur has always been a steady driver. It’s been so many years. His wounds are more serious than mine. Go and buy some supplements and pay him a visit later. His injuries are considered work-related, so we’ll pay for whatever’s necessary in the medical bills. Everything was fine when we went out yesterday, but then a car suddenly rammed into us right after we passed an intersection. It seemed so deliberate. The car drove off after that. The traffic police have investigated, and your dad has been keeping track. That car used an illegal license plate, so they won’t be able to catch them yet. I guess I’ll just have to chalk it up to dumb luck.”
Summer’s casual explanation drew Jackson’s suspicions. An illegal license plate, seemingly deliberate, drove off after ramming into the vehicle… All of this sounded like a sinister plot… But who would take a shot at Summer? She never caused trouble on purpose. The Wests didn’t have enemies. Hopefully, this was all just a misunderstanding…
Summer changed the topic as he went into a daze. “By the way, didn’t you go to our subsidiary branch? How was it? Have you seen Tiffie yet?”
He raised his brow and asked, “What are you trying to say?”
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