Damian Knight paused for a mont and then asked with a laugh, "Concerned about ?"
"It’s only fair, didn’t you show concern for too?"
"Alright, but don’t just worry about . Tomorrow is the third day as agreed with that guy, you should be careful."
Sumr Monroe responded with a "hmm," placed the phone down from her shoulder, and said, "Don’t worry, I’m not in Crestfall, he won’t find . By the ti I return to Crestfall, it’ll be night."
"Okay, call when you get to Crestfall."
Just as Damian Knight finished speaking, Isaac Ross’s voice could be heard. Sumr Monroe said, "You should go get busy, I’m going to sleep now."
"Alright, good night."
Sumr whispered a nearly inaudible "good night" and quickly hung up the phone.
The words "good night" actually carry a lot of ambiguity.
If you break down their sound, it ans... I love you.
Sumr put the phone back in her pocket and exhaled heavily. She glanced down and was surprised to find that the strand of grass she had randomly picked and twisted had sohow ford into the shape of a ring.
"Ah—" Sumr exclaid, tossing the grass ring away as if she’d seen a ghost.
Crazy, crazy, she’s really gone mad!
Sumr patted her head, not daring to glance back at the discarded grass ring for even a second. She quickly headed back indoors to wash up and sleep.
Perhaps it was because the bedboard was too hard or because she was in a new environnt, but Sumr tossed and turned for quite so ti, unable to fall asleep. It wasn’t until the sky brightened with the first light of dawn that she lightly drifted off.
However, she hadn’t been asleep long before she suddenly felt a chill on her body—
Soone had lifted her blanket!
Sumr was startled, her mind instantly becoming crystal clear.
She instinctively wanted to jump up from the bed and grab the intruder by the neck, but just before she moved, she spotted who had lifted her blanket in the dim morning light.
——It was Old Madam Stanton.
Sumr imdiately suppressed her urge to grab the person’s neck and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep.
All she could hear was Old Madam Stanton complaining discontentedly, "Not even a reaction, have you slept like a dead pig?! Get up quickly!"
Old Madam Stanton shouted as she nudged Sumr’s shoulder.
Sumr feigned just waking up, rubbed her eyes, sat up, and asked hoarsely, "Grandma? What’s wrong?"
"What’s wrong? Look at the ti! Get up and make breakfast for ! I’m hungry!" Old Madam Stanton said irritably.
"I know, Grandma," Sumr replied, getting out of bed to get dressed.
Seeing her being so obedient, Old Madam Stanton had nothing more to say, curled her lips, and turned to leave.
Sumr watched Old Madam Stanton’s departing figure and reached up to turn on the room light.
Under the light, the obedient expression on Sumr’s face vanished completely, replaced by a cold, sharp indifference.
The phrase "old and disrespectful" might as well have been tailor-made for Old Madam Stanton.
Sumr didn’t hurry to get out of bed. She had gone to bed late, so she sat quietly for a mont to collect herself.
Going to bed late and rising early left no one capable of staying sharp.
But she also felt fortunate for having stayed up, reacting a bit slower than usual, otherwise at her usual speed, Old Madam Stanton’s neck might already have been strangled by her.
If that had happened, it would undoubtedly provoke the unreasonable old lady, not to ntion Henry Stanton would beco suspicious.
Thankfully, nothing happened.
Sumr exhaled a breath of stale air, ensuring she was fully awake before getting up to go outside.
But because she had been sitting quietly for a few minutes earlier, once she stepped out, Old Madam Stanton imdiately criticized, "Why are you so slow? Did you eat a turtle? I’m so hungry I could die! Hurry up and make sothing, the fastest thing you can!"
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