The butler helped Susan Stone up while observing her expression, summoning the courage to speak: "Madam, I think this ti the young master is truly sincere. Perhaps... you should give Miss Monroe a chance. Miss Monroe doesn’t seem as unbearable as we thought..."
Susan cast a cold glance over, and the butler imdiately fell silent, slapping himself on the cheek.
"I spoke out of turn!"
Susan looked at the butler, shaking her head with a complex emotion.
Hearts are made of flesh, knowing everything Sumr Monroe did for her, she was indeed shaken.
But...
"Enough!" Susan bit her lip and said, "Call Damian down, I have sothing to say to him."
"Yes." Having followed Susan for so many years, how could the butler not see that she was already wavering?
He hurriedly went upstairs to find Damian Knight.
...
Upstairs.
Damian Knight used a cotton swab to dab so saline solution and gently applied it to Sumr Monroe’s lips to rehydrate her.
Sumr was in a deep sleep, curled up on his large bed, looking small and helpless.
Damian’s heart ached imnsely.
His girl had gone through so much for him, his heart softening completely.
He couldn’t help but reach out and gently hold Sumr’s palm.
He was surprised to find that Sumr’s hand was a whole size smaller than his, and he could envelop her entire hand just by opening his.
Clearly just a young girl, yet she had to endure and face so much...
His heart felt like it was pierced by Sumr’s silver needle, with a sharp ache.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Damian looked over displeased, seeing the butler enter after opening the door.
"Young Master." The butler glanced at the deeply sleeping Sumr, lowering his voice quickly: "Madam asked you to co downstairs; she has sothing to say to you. You see..."
Damian squeezed Sumr’s hand gently, stood up, and instructed the butler: "Look after her for , I’ll be back shortly."
"Understood, don’t worry, Miss Monroe is Madam’s lifesaver, and Madam had saved before, she is my lifesaver too, I’ll definitely take good care of Miss Monroe!"
The expression on the butler’s face seed like he was willing to face any situation for Sumr.
Damian felt a little relieved, then headed downstairs.
Downstairs, Susan had already tidied up, with no trace of blood on her.
She sat upright, her expression extrely serious.
Damian descended with a dark expression and asked straight away: "What do you want to say to ?"
Susan did not speak imdiately, first dismissing everyone present, and only when they had left did she speak: "Damian, do you know why I’ve been so adamant about stopping you from being with Sumr?"
Damian frowned and said, "Because in your eyes, she’s just a girl from the countryside, offering no help to my career."
Susan nodded and then shook her head, finally giving a self-deprecating smile and saying: "So this whole ti, my actions have made you think your mother is a person only interested in gains, focused only on the Knight Family’s affairs."
"Isn’t that true?"
Susan was at a loss for a mont, coughed dryly, and said: "Alright, I admit there’s so truth to that, but that’s not the most important reason."
Damian’s expression froze, and he asked gravely: "What other reason is there?"
"I told you, because she is Sumr Monroe."
Damian’s expression grew even more suspicious.
Susan no longer held back, took a deep breath, and said: "I was close friends with Sumr’s mother, how could I despise her daughter so much? Even if she grew up in the countryside, if she wasn’t Sumr Monroe, and you were so determined to be with her, I wouldn’t oppose it so strongly."
"What do you an by that?"
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