At that, Bonnie looked at Summer with a dismayed face, suspecting that she had an ear problem.Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    Previously, Summer refused to tell herself what was going on, so why did she suddenly change her mind?


    Seeming to see her doubts, Summer opened her mouth to exin, “I just think that one more person to help me analyze and solve my problems, maybe I can figure it out sooner!”


    Bonnie nodded and flipped open the file.


    The words that caught her eye instantly froze her.


    This is apletely unfamiliar personal information, but the one-inch photo posted on it, but can vaguely see Summer’s appearance to.


    “It’s a fake identity.” Summer said, “I asked that cop Katamon to get it for me.”


    “Don’t you like who you are now?” Bonnie asked.


    Summer sat obediently on the edge of the bed and continued to rub her hair, “How can I say, like is like, but there is a kind of resistance I can not control, not against this identity, but against …”


    “Right Dad, is it?” Summer guessed why.


    Summer nodded, a smile blooming at the corners of her mouth, “Why else would I be willing to confide in you, Bonnie, you’re a smart guy who always understands me right away.”


    But in return, Bonnie’s deep puzzlement, “Why, don’t you like Dad anymore?”


    “I can’t say. When faced with his proximity, all I could do was hate and resist, but there was another voice in my heart telling me that this was wrong.”


    On the contrary, Summer couldn’t control herself.


    It’s really hard to describe this iparable feeling.


    Finally even bowed his head in dismay, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but I just spooked myself into doing it, Bonnie, is this my normal reaction to pre-wedding anxiety?”


    This-


    Faced with Summer’s expectant eyes, Bonnie hesitated.


    Honestly, this doesn’t seem likemon pre-marital anxiety.


    Even if you don’t want to get married, it’s just a lousy pendulum at best.


    How can it be so serious that you have to change your identity and go live somewhere else?


    “Or I’ll get a therapist!” Bonnie said.


    Summer nodded, and then cautioned, “Don’t look for Rupert, what if word gets out?”


    “Don’t worry, I’ll go look outside.” Bonnie patted the back of her hand as reassurance.


    She was true to her word and did get a psychiatrist to see Summer the next day.


    Even the location of the consultation was chosen outside in a coffee shop so that no one would notice.


    The psychologist is a senior specialist in his fifties and has a reputation as a Capital psychologist.


    But when he saw Summer, he stood up directly with excitement, “Master, it’s you!”


    “Do we know each other?” Summer had no recollection.


    Psychologist nodded like a garlic, “know ah master, before I was poor, in this line of work also no sess, the result passed by your door, you gave me a box of books, there are a lot of notes and so on, let me sell it for money …”


    “So that’s it,” Summer realized, “so you made your first bucket of money on that box of old books and went on to be a top talent in this business?”


    Talent ah, how much money to sell a scrap, but can actually fight such a beautiful turnaround!


    The psychologist hurriedly shook his head, “Of course not selling scraps, I read all the books and notes inside and benefited from them, that’s why I seeded.”