Chapter 584 Go in and Take a Look?


    Now that "Connel" was Stanley, why did Jenny have such a response when Summer mentioned


    Stanley earlier?


    Summer carefully recalled Connel''s behaviors.


    When she first came to Country M, she just felt that Stanley and Connel were alike.


    But the sense wasn''t so overwhelming until she got along with Connel.


    Why? Did he have dual personality?


    After Stanley showed his hand, some changes came to her life. A few days ago, the servants and


    bodyguards in the vi followed her at a distance. But today, they didn''t even move a step from her.


    She would always find servants or bodyguards by her side.


    Summer was annoyed. She swung the door of the bathroom open and asked in a toneced with


    agitation, "I''m going to the bathroom. Do you want to go in and take a look?"


    The servant slightly bowed in fear and trepidation.


    Summer suffered from the fidgets.


    Though the vi was filled with servants and bodyguards, only Stanley and Jenny would talk to her.


    But she now felt antipathy against Stanley. And Jenny felt the same against Summer.


    Jenny had disguised herself, but now she just showed her hatred straightforward.


    Summer entered the bathroom. Seeing the servant still stooping outside, she just shut the door.


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    She crossed her arms and paced back and forth in the bathroom.


    The bathroom was apletely sealed space with only one vent. Life was not a movie, nor was she a


    spy. She was naturally unable to pry the vent open and escape through it.


    In the end, she had no choice but flush the toilet, pretending to have used it before leaving.


    Sure enough, the servant was waiting at the door.


    Summer took a nce at her and went to the kitchen to serve herself a ss of hot water.


    It was getting colder and colder, so Rosie hated to get out of bed. She was reluctant to get up in the


    morning. And she would sneak back to her room as soon as she finished her breakfast.


    But heaters in the whole vi were running. Maybe the heater in her room worked better.


    Summer pushed open Rosie''s door with the ss cup in her hand.


    She acted quietly and Rosie was absorbed in ying with her toys, ignoring her presence.


    Summer gently closed the door and walked over. She heard Rosie muttering, "This is Rosie. This is


    mom. And that is Leonoodle...no, not Leonoodle... he is fierce...."


    Summer paused.


    And Rosie was still talking to herself.


    She even took a cue from Leonardo''s tone, "No! You can''t go!"


    However, she didn''t sound fierce at all. Mixed emotion filled Summer''s eyes.


    It was said that children were forgetful and na?ve. Perhaps that was just adults'' misunderstanding.


    Summer sat down at her bedside and called her, "Rosie?"


    Summer happened to be muttering, "Go find Summer...." she suddenly raised her head and blinked


    with confusion, "What did you say?"


    "Drink some water." Summer handed the ss to her.


    Rosie took the ss over and drank. The ss was a little big for her. Worrying that she would drop it,


    Summer reached to help her steady the ss.


    Rosie drank more than half of it and sucked her teeth, "Alright."


    Summer put the ss aside and watched the lovely puppets in Rosie''s hand. "What are you ying


    with?" she asked.


    "This is for you." Rosie handed a princess doll to Summer, then frowned at the ck soldier-like one.


    After some hesitation, she handed it over, "This is Leonoodle."


    "Why do you call him Leonoodle again?" Summer took the ck soldier. The little soldier actually


    looked a little fierce.


    For Rosie, Leonardo was a fierce father.


    Rosie''s face fell. She poked at the soldier with one finger and said sullenly, "He didn''te to pick me


    up. Uncle Stanley said that Dad woulde to pick me up...."


    As she spoke, the corners of her mouth dropped, and tears welled up in her eyes. She felt totally


    wronged.


    Summer guessed that Stanley had told her something like Leonardo woulde to pick her up.


    But Rosie was a child, and she was unable to understand adults'' hypocrisy. So, she of course believed


    Stanley.


    Summer leaned over to stroke Rosie''s head. Sheforted her gently, "Dad wille to pick you up.


    But he had some trouble on the way, so he''s a littlete."


    Rosie threw the toys to the side and wrapped her arms around Summer''s neck for a hug.


    The moment Summer pulled her in her arms, Rosie began to sob.


    She muttered about Leonardo as she cried.


    "He''s a bad father. He didn''t take me to find you...."


    "And he didn''te to pick me up either...."


    Summer''s brows were slightly knitted.


    But Rosie was lost in sorrow and she had to cate her before talking sense into her.


    Summer took two napkins and wiped her tears.


    "Rosie, I has something to tell you. You should stop crying now."


    Rosie was a good girl and calmed down soon.


    Just as Summer was about to start talking, Rosie wiped her face and looked up at Summer, "Tears


    streak my face. Mom, help me wash my face."


    Summer swallowed her words.


    And her solemn face was melted away by Rosie''s words.


    "Didn''t you cry so hard? Now you know it is ufortable afterward?" she carried her into the


    bathroom.


    Rosie sniffed twice and rested an arm on Summer''s shoulder. She refuted, "I cried because I was


    upset."


    Summer felt it amusing since Rosie said it with a childish tone.


    However, Rosie was a big girl now. She couldn''tugh out.


    Summer put her on the washing basin and turned on the tap, "Did Leonoodle upset you?"


    Rosie replied with a solemn face, "Yes."


    Loving to y with water, Rosie did not forget to reach out to the running water after that.