Chapter 352 What Was Left Unsaid
Summer pressed her lips together, then quietly said, “There’s something I never told you. I wanted to today. When I first found out I was pregnant… I was actually planning to move
overseas.”
Knock knock.
A knock on the hospital room door interrupted her.
Yvette stood in the doorway. “Did I come at a bad time?”
Behind her stood Xavier in a white coat, a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He gave a calm, friendly smile.
Seeing them, Summer realized she was still leaning against Fraser’s chest. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly sat up straight.
Fraser stood up, regal and poised, shooting a cold glance at Yvette. When his eyes fell on Xavier, his expression darkened even more.
Xavier
gave a small shrug, helpless. His look seemed to say, I couldn’t stop her even if I tried.
Yvette looked at Summer, still pale and noticeably thinner.
She rushed forward in a few strides and pulled Summer into a tight hug, her voice full of concern. “Summer, you scared me to death!”
Fraser’s eyes
darkened further, his gaze falling on Yvette’s arms wrapped around Summer.
Summer coughed twice. “I’m fine now, really… you can see for yourself.”
Yvette gripped Summer’s shoulders, looking her up and down. “This is not fine! You were practically at death’s door!”
She turned and shot a glare at Xavier. “It’s his fault for not telling me right away. I almost lost my mind when I finally found out!”
Xavier sighed. He’d waited until Summer woke up to tell Yvette what happened. The moment she heard, she’d been ready to tear him apart.
If Summer hadn’t still been lying in bed, Yvette probably would’ve come in with a knife.
She hadn’t bothered to clarify that Xavier had saved Summer, not harmed her. To Yvette, he was just part of the problem.
Women, he thought. Sometimes, completely unreasonable.
“I swear, I’m furious,” Yvette said. “Just thinking about how you almost froze to death makes me want to find the one who did it and end them. Who was it? Who dared lock vou in that warehouse
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Chapter 352 What Was Left Linsaid
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When Summer woke up. Fraser didn’t want her worrying too much. He’d only given her a brief
summary.
At the banquet, one of Morgan’s maids, upset that Morgan had been treated poorly, had lured Merry into cleaning the storage area. Then, using Merry as bait, she led Summer in.
After that, the maid shut the warehouse door and opened the freezer.
The maid later confessed. Her intent had been to teach Summer a lesson–she hadn’t known Summer was pregnant or that things would go so far.
Summer explained everything that had happened at the banquet.
Yvette was seething, practically fuming. “A maid? You expect me to believe this was all the work of a maid? You just happened‘ to lose signal the moment you walked in there? That’s not something a maid could pull off alone. Where is she? I want to interrogate her myself. I dare her to lie to my face.”
Fraser said flatly, “She’s dead.”
After Summer regained consciousness, she’d wanted to see the maid.
Fraser had Mike bring her over before transferring her to cold storage. But before that could happen, the maid took her own life.
She’d left a note. In it, she wrote, “I’ll take full responsibility. This has nothing to do with the Harper family.”
Yvette slammed her hand down on the bedside table, gritting her teeth. “Damn it. Now there’s no one to question! The whole thing reeks of a setup. She kills herself before she’s even put in cold storage? That’s insane. There’s no way she didn’t have someone pulling the strings.”
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. She didn’t hold back. “If she confessed, the first step should’ve been a proper investigation. Who the hell just sends her off to be frozen to death? Men are always so impulsive–can’t trust them to do anything right,”
The air in the hospital room dropped several degrees. Fraser’s jaw tightened, sharp and cold.
He was fighting the urge to throw Yvette out of the room on the spot.
Yvette felt the chill instantly and shrank back.
Xavier quickly stepped in. “Summer was unconscious. Fraser wasn’t in any shape to deal with anything. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Fraser, ignore her. Come on, let’s go have a smoke. You’ve been in this room all day–you must be going stir–crazy.”
