But if she regained her memory, all of Summer’s me and resentment towards Spencer might also resurface. How they would get along then was a big question, as the scars in their hearts would be reopened. This matter was a double-edged sword, and Spencer never dared to think deeply about it.


    In the next room, Summer stood by the window with a cup of warm water in her hand, staring nkly outside as her thoughts drifted away. There were always some ovepping images in her mind, rted to the past but not clear at all. Was she about to regain her memory? She wasn’t sure.


    At that moment, her phone rang, pulling her thoughts back. She quickly answered after seeing the caller ID. “Mrs. Brightwood, hello.”


    “What are you doing?” The kind and gentle voice of a middle-aged woman came through. “Have you been busy with worktely?”


    “Not busy at all,” Summer replied with a smile. “How about you? How’s your health?”


    “Good, good. Summer, has Rupert contacted you recently? He promised toe back soon but now seems to have changed his mind,” Mrs. Brightwood asked with some concern. “Do you know why?”


    “I don’t know,” Summer said softly tofort her. “Maybe he has some unfinished business over there. He’lle back once he’s done.”


    “Summer, I’ve found a property I like. I had an appointment with the sales office to view it when he returns. The floor n is excellent, it’s selling well, and the location is great. I want a good floor, but if he doesn’te back soon, it might be sold to someone else.”


    “Mrs. Brightwood,” Summer remembered what Rupert Brightwood had said on the phone that day and told her, “Let’s wait for him toe back before discussing buying a house.”


    “He doesn’t have time for that. Besides, I think you should make the decision about buying a house. If you like it, he will too. Men just need a ce to live.”


    Summer didn’t know how to respond. Just thinking about marriage made her feel lost and weighed down by a heavy stone in her heart; she wasn’t happy at all.


    She didn’t want to get married but didn’t know how to say it for fear of hurting the four elders.


    Most importantly, Rupert Brightwood hadn’t returned.


    “Summer, are you free now?” Mrs. Brightwood asked. “Parker and I are on our way to your ce; we’ll be there in ten minutes. Get ready to go see the house with us.”


    Summer was stunned. They wereing?


    “Today is an auspicious day. If you like the house, we can put down a deposit and reserve it until Rupertes back toplete the paperwork. The house will have both your names on it; I checked yesterday and there are still many prime floors avable.”


    “Mrs. Brightwood, you’re already on your way?” Summer became anxious. “I… I have an important meeting with the director this afternoon.”


    “Summer, don’t be like this; you’re clearly free. I called Agnes and she said you’re at home.”Belongs to ? n0velDrama.Org.


    “…”


    “I know you’re sensible and not interested in houses, but getting married means having your own home-a ce for young people to belong to. Anyway, we’ll be there soon; get ready.”


    With that, Mrs. Brightwood hung up.


    Listening to the busy tone from the other end of the phone, Summer felt her heart tighten bit by bit as she pressed her lips together in silence.


    Why did it feel like she was carrying everything alone?


    Such a significant matter as breaking up should be discussed face-to-face with Rupert Brightwood first.