The neighbor held Summer by the waist and kissed her possessively, his other hand gripping the back of her head. The rtively conservative Mrs. Brightwood saw this and froze in her tracks, retreating two steps. Mr. Brightwood quickly supported her, noticing her pale face, and hurriedly led her away.


    They returned to their car, and Mr. Brightwood drove off immediately. “Hey, what are you doing?” Mrs. Brightwood snapped back to reality.


    Mr. Brightwood didn’t answer, just kept driving. He soon pulled over a few hundred meters away from the vi. He turned to her, “I told you not to go! But you insisted! Now you’ve seen it with your own eyes, are you satisfied?”


    Mrs. Brightwood’s face was expressionless, but she seemed deeply shaken. She couldn’t control her emotions; she couldn’t help but be angry and upset! She wanted to rush over and separate them, then take her daughter-inw away, but she couldn’t afford the breach of contract penalty.


    Mrs. Brightwood felt like she was facing the biggest dilemma of her life. She was anxious and didn’t know what to do. Mr. Brightwood also reyed the scene in his mind: Summer kissing her neighbor in front of so many people. He had always thought Summer was a conservative girl; how could she be so open?


    The entertainment industry is a ce of fame and fortune; why did she want to be an actress? There are hidden rules everywhere. As a teacher, the elder members of the Brightwood family were still very conservative in their thinking.


    Although he wasn’t as emotional as Mrs. Brightwood, he couldn’t ept it either. Mrs. Brightwood turned to look out the window, tears welling up in her eyes; as a mother, she was anxious!


    The car was silent for five minutes, like a deathly stillness. Mr. Brightwood finally turned to his wife, “What now?” He wanted her to make the decision, knowing she was upset and willing toply with her wishes.


    The middle-aged woman regained someposure but still seemed confused and didn’t know what to say for a moment. She pondered for about a minute.


    Mr. Brightwood didn’t dare start the car without permission, “Should we go home or continue looking at houses?”


    They certainly weren’t in the mood for house hunting anymore, but what would they do at home? Mrs. Brightwood said, “Let’s wait at Summer’s house; I need to see her and talk to her.”


    Seeing no action from him, the middle-aged woman turned again and said, “Didn’t you hear me? Go wait at Summer’s house now!”


    Mr. Brightwood knew that if he didn’tply, she would be restless and sleepless tonight. So he started the car and drove towards Summer’s neighborhood.


    On the way, Mrs. Brightwood said, “Let’s pretend we don’t know anything for now, but we need to discuss this with our inws. It’s not good for a girl to be in the entertainment industry; I definitely don’t want my daughter-inw involved in such a mess.”


    Mr. Brightwood remained silent, “If you can stay calm, that’s good.”


    “I’m angry! But what can I do? She’s not officially our daughter-inw yet; I can’t just yell at her! I’ve always treated Summer like my own daughter; you know how much I like her.”N?velDrama.Org owns this text.


    Rupert didn’t know about this yet; if he did, what would he think? This was what Mr. Brightwood was concerned about.


    Girls from ordinary families entering the entertainment industry were generally uneptable; without background support, they were likely to be exploited.


    On set, when today’s final kissing scene ended, there was enthusiastic apuse.


    “Excellent!” The director was pleased. “Great job everyone! We’ll continue tomorrow from episode one; all actors be ready! Today was a good start; let’s keep up the best performance tomorrow!”