Chapter 841 It Can''t Be Leonardo


    Summer listened to Rosie''s words and paused for a moment before putting her changed shoes into the shoe cab.


    The nanny was cleaning up the kitchen, but when she heard their talk, she knew Summer had returned. She put the dishes back


    into the cupboard and walked out.


    "Ms. Summer, you''re back!"


    "Katrina, thank you for your hard work today.”


    The nanny''s name was Katrina. When Summer looked at her, her expression had returned to its usual calm.


    "It''s okay. Rosie is a good girl." Katrina liked Rosie a lot.


    Rosie, who had gone to fetch the painting, ran over.


    “Mom,e and see!" Rosie ran over and stuffed the painting into Summer''s hand.


    Summer took the painting and took Rosie to the sofa. They sat on the sofa. Rosie pointed at the painting and showed it to


    Summer, "This is Dad; this is you; and this is me..."


    Children''s paintings were very abstract. However, Summer took it very seriously.


    Rosie exined to her from the side, "Dad is working; Mom is cooking..."


    Summer looked at Rosie gently. Rosie did not know what had happened, nor did she know that her father had disappeared.


    At night, after Rosie fell asleep, Summer held the pen and sat at her desk.


    The paint on the pen had peeled off. Perhaps the collector of the pen often took it out and touched it, so the surface appeared


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    This was something that Leonardo cherished. Since he can send the pen back, it seemed that he was alright.


    But where did this pene from? Such an old pen...


    The price of this brand of fountain pen was somewhat cheap back then. Thus, Leonardo would definitely not buy this pen.


    So this pen must have been given to him by someone else.


    The address that Leonardo gave was the street she passed through when she was in elementary school.


    At that time, when Stanley stopped her at the entrance of the alley, he asked her if she remembered...


    Summer held the pen up and looked at it again and again. She was stunned as if she had thought of something.


    Suddenly there was a conjecture. This pen...


    Could it be that she gave it to Leonardo?


    On the surface, Leonardo looked very indifferent. Actually, he was a sentimental man.


    If he valued the pen very much, he must have cherished the person who gave him the pen more.


    However, Summer had been with him for so many years, and she had such a close rtionship with him. She had never seen


    Leonardo have such a close rtionship with anyone...


    Summer reached out and patted her head.


    When she was in the first year of


    primary school, she had not started


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    ang Karen hé bien ranked first in


    the exams, and she was an


    outstanding student. Many students


    loved to y with her, and she won


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    This kind of pen was also one of the prizes she won.


    She remembered that at the art festival that year, she won a notepad and a pen, and...


    Then, on her way home, she seemed


    to run into a boy who had rurraway\


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    pois terwards, she seemed to have


    given him the pen. Please read the


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    It was twenty years ago, and Summer could no longer remember the specifics.


    After all, she had lived without herself in the years that followed. She rarely thought about these past events.


    Back then, when she first saw Leonardo''s pen, Summer didn''t think too much about it.


    The boy she met was dressed in


    ordinary clothes. He was_in ateribile


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    eeat child


    from a wealthy family at


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