Since arriving here, Sumr Sutton knew cultivating these dicines was extrely difficult.
Old Master Ink was right; the Ink Family spent decades researching their results. Why should they give it to an outsider just because she asked?
Taking their decades of research and exchanging it for the two years of her ti—the old master’s request, honestly, wasn’t unreasonable.
Actually, staying here wasn’t so bad.
Simply taking an herb back might take years to research how to produce the dicine.
However, staying here for a few years was different. Two years was enough for her to fully grasp the treatnt plan.
Manuel Ink seed shocked by her words, staring at her, unable to process them.
Sumr Sutton carried the herbs upstairs, returned to the ti Manuel had set aside for her, found a towel, spread the herbs out, and planned to dry them on the balcony.
Spending two years here, the dicine she could take back should be enough to completely heal Watt Bennet’s leg injury, right?
...
Northtown.
After Sumr Sutton left, Watt Bennet didn’t look for her for four or five consecutive days.
He thought her saying she was going back to stay for a few days was a joke.
Given her recent shalessness, Watt wagered she wouldn’t last a week and would certainly appear before him again.
Who would have thought? Once Sumr Sutton left, she truly didn’t show up in front of him even once, not even making a phone call.
Every day after work, Watt Bennet practically held his phone in his hand, occasionally checking if her call might suddenly co through.
He was waiting for, a few days later, for Sumr Sutton to call him. Upon answering, she’d be in the video, smiling with eyes arched playfully, jokingly asking if he’d missed her these past few days.
That would be more like Sumr Sutton’s recent style.
Who would have known, since that night she left, it seed as if she’d disappeared; a week had already passed, and Watt hadn’t received the call he was waiting for.
This behavior left Watt Bennet furrowing his brows.
A week later, he had the driver take him to Morning Garden.
The Morning Garden’s gate was tightly locked, the villa devoid of any human presence; she didn’t seem to be there.
Standing outside the garden’s railing, Watt Bennet’s gaze quickly swept to the mory tree Sumr Sutton had planted.
Squinting, he glanced over and counted the number of red ribbons on the tree.
Fifty ribbons...
It had been fifty-eight days since his accident.
The last ti Watt visited Morning Garden, the number of red ribbons on the tree matched the days since his accident perfectly.
If Sumr Sutton was wrapping a ribbon around the tree daily, then this showed she last wrapped a ribbon eight days ago, the day after she left his villa.
During the past few days without contacting him, was she not at ho?
With so many days not at ho, where did she go?
Watt Bennet stood outside the garden for a long ti, lost in thought at the scene inside, his heart sinking.
Sumr Sutton’s farewell behavior that night didn’t seem like sothing was wrong; instead, it seed more like she had plans to do sothing.
But what she planned to do, Watt couldn’t figure out.
Racking his brain without an answer, he returned to the car and called Marshall Quinn.
"Do you know where she went?"
"Who is the young master referring to?" Marshall Quinn was initially puzzled.
"I an her!" Watt raised his voice.
He still didn’t specify who he ant.
Marshall Quinn paused for a while, then suddenly realized.
"You’re asking about Miss Sutton, right? Miss Sutton hasn’t been to the company for several days."
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