After leaving the room, Summer called Jessica. Jessica and the others had brought Rosie back to their previous private room.
As soon as Summer pushed open the door and entered, Rosie saw her and said, "Mom!"
However, Summer did not answer her as gentle as before.
She looked at Rosie with a serious expression and said in a cold voice, "Yes."
Then she turned to Carl and Jessica and said, "Sorry to trouble you today."
Kids were sensitive. Rosie could tell Summer was angry. She stared at Summer and stood aside, looking crestfallen. She did not dare to hold Summer's hand either.
Carl smiled and said, "Don't mention that."
"That's right. If you say that again, I'll be angry." Jessica cast a glance at Rosie and pulled Summer by the arm. She whispered, "Don't frighten Rosie. She is just a little girl."
Summer shook her head slightly, indicating that she knew what to do.
Summer looked at the time and said, "It's getting late. Let's go back now."
Due to Rosie's disappearance, they didn't want to have fun anymore.
On the way home, Jessica sat in the backseat with Rosie and kept whispering in her ear.
Summer drove the car calmly without saying a word.
Not long after, the car stopped in front of the neighborhood where both of them lived. When Jessica got off the car, she tried to talk to Summer.
Summer knew what Jessica wanted to say and interrupted, "Don't worry."
Hearing her words, Jessica did not say anything further. Summer held Rosie's hand and went home. As Summer was furious, Rosie remained quiet all the way.
Although Summer did not look irritated, she had an aura of authority when she kept a poker face and Rosie was scared.
Rosie sat on the sofa as Summer said. With her small hands behind her back, she pursed her lips and sat straight up, looking exceptionally naïve.
Summer’s feeling were mixed. She was both angry and distressed, and asked, "Do you know you did wrong?"
Rosie pursed her lips and blinked at Summer, and then she looked down and remained silent.
Summer sighed slightly and asked her, "Do you really want to see your father?"
"Yes," Rosie nodded.
"It's not your fault wanting to see him. However, you should tell me before you went with him!" Summer tried to say in a serious tone. But when she saw Rosie's expression, she couldn't help but go soft.
Rosie pouted and sobbed, "I just wanted to ask him if he doesn't want me anymore. Why didn't he come to see me?"
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