Chapter 170 Ghosts of The Past
Sienna finally showed a glimmer of life in her tired eyes. “Really? Did you manage to convince Mr. James today?”
Merry shifted uncomfortably where she was standing.
Well.. technically, the man had passed out drunk. That counted as handling the situation, right?
Summer kept her expression perfectly neutral as she nodded in agreement.
For the first time in months, Madam Laurett’s face lit up with genuine hope.
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After some light conversation about Mr. Natelie’s condition and recovery schedule, Summer volunteered to buy dinner for everyone.
The fluorescent lights hummed ominously overhead as Summer turned a comer near the hospital’s administrative wing and froze mid–step.
Three uniformed officers were escorting a shackled woman in standard prison garb. The prisoner’s greasy, unkempt hair hung limply around her sallow face, her hollow eyes staring blankly ahead.
Clatter!
The stack of takeout containers slipped from Summer’s suddenly numb fingers and hit the linoleum with a loud crash.
At the sound, the woman’s head snapped up with animal–like alertness. Their eyes met across the sterile hospital corridor.
Yolanda!
Even through the prison pallor and the deep wrinkles of hard years, Summer instantly recognized the woman who had raised her, now glaring back at her with unadulterated.
Summer’s hands shook a little.
I thought I would never see her again in my life.
One of the officers pushed Yolanda forward when she stubbornly refused to move. “Move it! We don’t have all day!”
Only when the skeletal figure disappeared around the far corner did Summer remember to breathe again.
Her thoughts, however, gradually returned to the year when he was recognized back to the Stewart family.
On her way to her part–time job, Summer was accidentally hit by a luxury car. She picked myself up from where a black luxury sedan had grazed her bicycle. Her knees stung through ripped jeans.
The door of the luxury car opened, revealing an elderly woman with silver hair leaning on a cane, Holly Stanton, who would later be revealed as Summer’s biological grandmother.
With grandmotherly concern shining in her eyes, Madam Holly insisted on personally taking Summer to the hospital for a thorough examination
Before Summer could respond, the car’s rear door flew open violently. Margaret emerged like an angry princess in her haute couture gown, her disdainful gaze sweeping over Summer’s fallen form.
“Grandmother, these commoners are always faking injuries for money,” she sneered, adjusting her diamond bracelet impatiently “Just throw some rash at her and let’s go! My debutante ball starts in an hour”
Somer would later discover Yolanda’s carefully hidden alburn Its pages filled with grainy photographs of a girl growing up Surveillance shots taken from afar, newspaper clippings carefully cut out all documenting the girl’s privileged lite
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hospital herself.
During their conversation in the examination room, Summer leamed several dictumong concutences. She shared not only Margare’s exact birthday but also her extremely rare Rh–null blood type
These revelations planted the first seeds of doubt in Summer’s mind about her te
Years later, when Summer finally gathered the courage to share her suspicions with Miatam oly, the eldersy woman didn‘ dramas her claims Instead, she arranged for DNA testing that confirmed Summer we must be me Stewart heiress.
e day Yolanda discovered the test results in Summer’s bag, something inside the womansamped Summer would never
sw Yeslanda’s eyes had bulged with madness as she locked all the doors, her hands shaking violently as she grabbed a
all wou before let you take Margaret’s place! Yolanda had screamed, referring to her biological daughter who had been ling a Wargaret all these years.
Omy Wadim Yally’s timely arrival with armed guards prevented the murder. Afterwards, using all her cr infuence the woman nut only secured Summer’s position as the true Stewart heiress but also ensured Yolantadacted justice
Summer apachet passing doctor, her voice barely above a whisper. “This prisoner… why is she here?”
The duo hused his dipboard without looking up. “Yolanda? Diagnosed with early–stage colon cancer. She willin accompament her montille for chemotherapy He finally looked at Summer’s pale face. “I heard that, with good behavior credits, she probate beaut on parole in a few months.”
Returning the hospitalium. Merry frowned at Summer’s empty hands, “I thought you went to get something ar
had forgotten it will gauw, Summer’s voice sounded distant, like she was speaking through a thick fog.
Sienna immediately touched her arm, sensing something was wrong. “We’ll just order takeout. You look exhausted. You d Merry should go home and msk.
Merry declined the ride: dung prior plan for the evening.
Before leaving, Summer med Sama with que reassurance. Sienna, focus on taking care of Mr. Natelle for now. Don’t worry about Aspira, Murry and have everything under control
Back on Ravenshire Boulevari, the house is salint and dim, only the moonlight outside the floor–to–ceiling window hangs high in the air, a faint cool light haiong an
Summer did not turn on the lights, lezecbered fie–hughlindla on the legs, so bare feet, and walked straight to the wine rack.
The wine rack in the living room is as big will acting design, filled with dozens of bottles of expensive foreign wine,
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