His Ugly Bride (Anna and Sebastian) novel Chapter 230

When Summer thought of this, her face was no better than Leonardo's.

Adams was determined to go against Leonardo.

She couldn't understand why Adams kept standing on the opposite side of Leonardo and didn't distinguish right from wrong.

The vibe in the car was a little depressing.

Their original plan was to go to the Golden Cauldron Club for dinner after the lawsuit.

Tim drove to the Golden Cauldron Club.

Carl had been waiting for them in the private room.

He was ordering dishes when Summer and the others entered.

Though Summer hadn't seen Carl for some time, she still found him sloppy. He pulled a chair and winked at Summer. "Summer, sit over here."

His enthusiasm surprised Summer. "No matter how you please me, I won't speak in favor of you in front of Jessica."

"Don't consider me so utilitarian. You're a treasure now and we shall all serve you." Carl looked at Leonardo and said, "Am I right, Leonardo?"

Leonardo ignored him and pulled a chair for Summer. Then he sat down beside her.

Carl felt bored and went to Warren's side to ask him, "What's wrong? Things aren't going smoothly?"

Warren shrugged.

He thought it was smooth, but Leonardo didn't look right when he saw Adams.

It was eight in the evening when they finished

dinner. Carl and Warren had to attend another dinner.

Leonardo and Summer went straight home.

When they got home, Summer entered the hall and saw Eliza wiping the floor.

This was a rare sight.

When Eliza saw them enter, she greeted them. "Mr. Emerson. Mrs. Emerson."

Although Eliza's face was swollen, Summer could still tell her reluctance.

Eliza's forehead was swollen and bruised, and there were several bandages on her face. Summer couldn't help but ask, "Are you alright?"

Eliza seemed dumbfounded for a moment.

"I'm okay."

Leonardo didn't look at Eliza and took Summer upstairs. "Go up and rest."

At the corner of the staircase, Summer turned around and saw Eliza squatting on the ground to wipe again.

Was Eliza's brain damaged? Was she determined to be a maid?

Summer was shocked by this idea.

When they returned to their room, Summer went to take a shower. Just as she entered the bathroom, her phone vibrated.

Leonardo glanced at it and saw a message "From Grandpa" displayed on the lock screen.

He remembered that Charlie and Summer had added friends on WeChat earlier.

He looked at the bathroom. The sound of water started coming from inside.

Charlie was so angry that his beard trembled. He said earnestly, "Leonardo, I'm doing this for your good. The huge family business of the Emerson Group is yours to inherit. You can't focus all your attention on a woman. Don't be like your father..."

In Charlie's eyes, it was common for a man from a wealthy family to have many concubines. However, Michael, his most beloved son, had never had any women after his wife's death and had been depressed ever since.

Charlie had been a playboy for half his life but his son was a loyal man.

When Leonardo brought Summer back to the old mansion, Charlie saw how much he cherished her and had other thoughts in his heart.

Leonardo sneered. "Like my father? Are you sure he's depressed because he can't forget my mother? Or because he feels guilty?"

"Leonardo, I've told you many times. There was no secret about your mother's death. It was just an accident." Charlie's voice carried a trace of exhaustion.

"I watched your mother grow up. You know how your father feels about your mother. Leonardo, you've been investigating for so many years. What have you found? Nothing. Right? Those were your imaginations..."

Charlie was still murmuring. Leonardo didn't interrupt him.

Only after he finished speaking did Leonardo slowly ask, "Will my aunt come back for the New Year this year? It's been years since she came home for the New Year."

After finishing his words, he narrowed his eyes and quietly observed Charlie.

But there was no special expression on Charlie's face other than a trace of emotion.

Leonardo frowned slightly. Perhaps Alexander had lied?

He didn't want to believe that his aunt had anything to do with what happened back then.

"Leonardo?"

Summer's warm voice interrupted Leonardo's thoughts.

Leonardo turned around and saw Summer wrapped tightly in pajamas and a thick coat.