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Chapter 211

Arranged Marriage

At work, he was strict, decisive, and had the final say. But in private, he could joke around with the senior executives.

The investment director sighed and gave a thumbs-up. "Mr. Graham, you're really lucky."

Fraser lified his eyes slightly. "How do you know I'm lucky? Have you been hiding in my house, watching my luck?"

Finished

The deputy director of the planning department suppressed a smile. "We wouldn't dare, but that little mark on your neck looks nice"

Fraser reached up to touch his neck, his eyes narrowing smugly as he spoke lazily. "And you think you're allowed to look?"

Everyone fell silent.

At night, outside the second-floor bedroom, four expert doctors were reporting Maximus' condition to Helen.

Karena said, "Madam Graham, Mr. Graham is back."

Helen nodded and waved the doctors away.

Fraser walked upstairs at an unhurried pace, handing his suit jacket to a waiting servant. "How's Grandpa?"

Helen pretended to be angry and smacked his shoulder lightly. "You finally decided to come home. I had to call you o over to get you here."

Fraser's voice was lazy. "Didn't you manage to drag me back anyway! You're pretty good at that.

Helen couldn't help but laugh. "You brat, always teasing me."

"What did the doctors say?"

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Helen sighed. "Your grandfather was getting better after waking up, but after learning what Brandon did this time, he got so upset that his condition worsened. The doctors said he can't handle any more stress, or it won't look good."

Fraser pushed open the door and stepped inside. Maximus lay in bed, surrounded by advanced medical equipment-heart monitors, a ventilator, and even surgical tools. Five top-tier doctors were on standby in the next room.

At nearly 80 years old, Maximus had thinning white hair, but his face still carried the authority and presence of his younger years. Hearing the door, he slowly opened his eyes. A nurse standing beside him immediately adjusted the bed to help him

sit up.

Maximus' sharp gaze fixed on Fraser. His voice was hoarse but still commanding. "How's the Oblistan situation handled?"

"No issues."

"Brandon won't... give up so easily. He's waiting for the right time to strike while I'm down, trying to make a comeback. If I hadn't gone soft on him back then, this wouldn't be happening now....

Speaking for too long. Maximus coughed several times in a row. A nurse stepped forward and gave him some water.

Brandon had spent the past twenty years building a new branch of Graham Group in Oblistan.

But his business wasn't clean; more than half of it was tied to the underground world. That alone proved how ruthless and Lawless he wIL

This time, he had deliberately delivered a heavy blow to Graham Group, seeking revenge for past grudges.

Fraser didn't even lift his eyes, his voice cold. "Don't worry. Graham Group won't

Maximus knew that back when Fraser was studying in Ameros, he had founded Exzear Fundings Group and made a name for himself on Wahl Street, creating a financial empire.

If Fraser had never come back to take over Graham Group, his personal wealth would have likely surpassed the Graham family's assets.

entire

Maximus took a deep breath. He was old now, one foot already in the grave.

"Fraser, my final wish is for the Graham family and the Lastesh Group to officially unite through marriage. This year, you and Ms. Anne should finalize the date. That way, Brandon won't dare to make any reckless moves."

Hearing this. Fraser's sharp eyes lifted slightly, his gaze turning cold and unreadable.

Just as he was about to speak, a hand pressed lightly on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Helen shaking her head at him. After leaving the bedroom, Fraser leaned back lazily on the couch, his face emotionless, though it was clear he wasn't pleased.

He crossed his legs and picked up the teacup on the table, taking a

a sip.

Helen had a love for tea. Everything from the tea leaves to the teaware was the finest quality

Fraser casually placed the cup back on the table, his gaze cool as he glanced at the maid making tea. "It's bitter."

The servant, highly skilled and chosen specifically for her expertise, trembled slightly at his complaint.

"I'm sorry, I'll make a new batch right away."

Helen, sitting to the side, knew this wasn't about the tea at all. It was Fraser showing his displeasure toward her.

 

Chapter 212

She Doesn't Love You.

But at this point, she had no choice but to speak.

Finished

"Fraser, the doctors say your grandfather can't handle any more stress. His condition could worsen at any time. His final wish is for you to marry into the Lastesh family and protect the Graham Group. Only then can he rest in peace. I know this engagement means nothing to you, but only through a powerful alliance can our Graham family maintain its place among the elite.

"Is that so?" Fraser let out a sneer.

Helen fixed her gaze on him and spoke with heavy meaning. "You are the sole heir of the Graham family. You can't be reckless anymore."

A moment later, his cold echoed through the hall. "And what if I say no?"

Fraser lifted his head, his dark eyes glancing over with indifference. That one look made Helen feel an overwhelming pressure.

At this moment, she slowly began to realize that her grandson was no longer within her control. Maximus had already stepped back from running things years ago due to his health. But she had to uphold the order, discipline, and traditions of the Graham family. She couldn't allow any unexpected factors to jeopardize the foundation that had lasted for a hundred

years.

Just as Helen was about to speak, her gaze inadvertently landed on the marks on Fraser's neck. Her face instantly darkened. "Is it because of that woman?

The moment she said this, Fraser's eyes snapped up, locking onto Helen with an intense

stare. "You've met her?"

Fraser knew Helen's nature all too well. If she could name Summer, it meant she had already taken action behind his back. Helen was a woman deeply rooted in tradition; conservative, proud, and rigid. She upheld the Graham family's rules to the highest standard. A woman without the right family background would never be allowed past the Graham family's doorstep. under her watch.

That was exactly why Fraser had never intended to let Summer get close to the Graham family in the first place. He had his own plans.

Seeing Fraser's expression grow darker, Helen felt a coldness settle deep in her heart.

She had only mentioned that woman once, and yet he had already become so uncontrollable. How could she possibly tolerate that woman now?

Helen furrowed her brows and spoke sternly. "Fraser, I don't care how you play around outside, but taking her seriously is our of the question. Her background and upbringing don't even compare to Mia's. At least Mia was raised under my guidance since childhood."

Fraser's eyes narrowed slightly. "Hah so you went behind my back and bullied her, didn't you?"

The more Fraser defended Summer, the colder Helen's expression became. Without a word, she looked toward the butler. Understanding her signal, the butler stepped forward, presenting a phone with a recording and a stack of documents.

You think she's just some innocent woman? She's quite clever, using you to negotiate with me for money and the Stewart family. This 30 percent of Stewart Group's shares? I gave them to her."

Fraser took the documents from the butler, flipping through a few pages absentmindedly. So that's why she went back to work at Stewart Group

Without hesitation, Fraser tossed the documents onto the table, unconcerned. "So what? If she had asked me, I would've given her the entire Stewart family. Whatever she wants. I'll give it to her."

Helen's face turned pale, then even paler. "You would go this far for a woman like her?"

She Doesn't Love Your

forward to support her, gently massaging her temples. As she recovered, she waved him off.

Luckily, she had prepared a backup plan. Otherwise. Fraser would have driven her to her grave.

Then let's see if she's truly worth your devotion. Listen to this recording"

Finished

Fraser frowned and pressed play. It was a recording of Helen and Summer's transaction. A woman's voice came through clearly. "I don't love him"

The voice was emotionless, utterly devoid of warmth. But Fraser knew that this was Summer's voice. His face darkened. slightly, but there was no extreme reaction.

Still, Helen noticed the way his fingers tightened around the recording device, knuckles turning white.

And then, slowly, the corners of her lips curled upward. Her grandson Fraser had been raised at the pinnacle of the elite world since birth.

Chapter 213

Family

#Finished

Since childhood, he had been raised under the Graham family's cold-blooded training standards. His ruthlessness, decisiveness, and rationality... along with the deeply ingrained emotional detachment in his bones... were once the very qualities Maximus and Helen took the most pride in. Only with these traits could he be a worthy heir of the Graham family and ensure the century-old foundation of the Graham Group continued to thrive.

But Helen had never imagined that a woman would come along and disrupt everything. She would not allow it!

"Fraser, money means nothing to our family, but I will not tolerate anyone deceiving or harming you. That woman doesn't love you; she's just using you to climb higher."

As the seconds ticked by, the air in the hall grew heavier. Fraser's gaze was unreadable, his jaw tightly clenched. Beneath the cold glow of the crystal chandelier in the mansion's hall, his shadow was sharp and imposing

"Bang!" He slammed the recorder onto the floor and strode out with long, determined steps.

At the Stewart Mansion, for the past two days, Summer had not returned to Ravenshire Boulevard after work. Ever since she kicked Jasper and Harvey out, the housekeeper had cleared out all their belongings.

But the traces of their presence still remained.

Summer had been planning to sell this house and buy a new one. Julia, perhaps affected by everything that had happened, seemed to have changed as well. Sitting on the sofa, she gazed at Summer with a gentle look, her lips turning into a motherly smile. "Summer, as long as I can live with you, it doesn't matter where we are."

Now, only she and Julia lived in the Stewart Mansion. The number of servants had gone from nearly eight to just two. The house felt quieter but also warmer. Summer felt as if she had finally found the family life she had always longed for. It wasn't an overwhelming rush of affection, but rather a slow and steady warmth, like a long-overdue compensation for her youth, seeping into her heart bit by bit. For a moment, Summer was struck by how much the Stewart family had changed. It felt as if just three years ago, she had been newly recognized by them... Lost, confused, and utterly alone. And now, she had become the true owner of this home. She even had a mother who, though late in coming into her life, truly loved her.

Julia's expression remained calm as she recalled a phone call from earlier that afternoon

"An old friend of mine heard about what's been happening. She's settled in Belvare and invited me to go visit for a while, but I haven't decided yet."

Her relationship with Summer had only recently begun to change. Even though it would only be for two months, she felt reluctant to leave.

Summer understood Julia's hesitation but thought a trip would do her good. "You should go. When you come back, we'll find a new place to live."

Hearing this, Julia's eyes grew warm. To avoid letting Summer see her emotions, she quickly got up, saying she needed to call back and confirm.

Summer lounged on the sofa lazily. Since the day Fraser had dropped her off at work, she hadn't received a single message from humm. Naturally, she hadn't reached out either. It was as if they were locked in a silent argument.

On impulse, she unlocked her phone and glanced at her calendar reminder.

Three days left until their breakup deadline. Her lashes lowered slowly.

The iron doors of the prison slid open. Yolanda, dressed in tattered clothes and looking gaunt, stepped out, clutching an old

In the next second. Margaret drove straight up to her, rolling down the window with an annoyed expression. "Get in."

The moment Yolanda saw Margaret, a flicker of light appeared in her otherwise lifeless eyes. She rubbed her hands together nervously, cautiously opening the door and getting into the car.

"Why are you here?

As Yolanda settled in, Margaret couldn't help but notice a foul odor filling the car. A look of disgust flashed across her eyes. and she blurted out. "Did you not shower in there!"

Yolanda immediately looked embarrassed. "I did... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I'll clean it up."

She fumbled through her canvas bag, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe herself. Margaret snapped impatiently, "Forget it. Just don't move."

If she didn't need Yolanda to help her get rid of Summer, she wouldn't have bothered picking her up. The mere thought of being around this woman made her skin crawl.

A while ago, she had gone to Harvey to ask for spending money. To her shock, Harvey had only given her ten thousand dollars. She had never in her life lived on just ten thousand a month. That wasn't even enough to cover her gas money!

 

Chapter 214

Sunshine Mall

She cried as she asked if Harvey did not love her anymore. It was only at that time that she knew Summer had kicked Harvey and Jasper out; he had no money as well.

Margaret now lived like a peasant.

She couldn't go to the beauty salon, couldn't go shopping, couldn't eat expensive food. She felt like she was about to suffocate! But then, a surge of hope rose within her. As long as she got rid of Summer.

Jasper and Harvey would take back control of Stewart Group.

They would bring her back, and she would once again be the true heiress.

The c

car pulled over by a secluded riverside. Beside them stood a large bridge, and underneath it, a few scattered beggars lay resting.

Margaret was the first to step out of the car. Yolanda followed, getting out from the passenger seat.

She had just gotten out of prison with no money and nowhere to go. She thought Margaret would take her to get something to eat and arrange a place for her to stay. She did not expect to be brought to this place instead.

But it didn't matter. As long as she was out and Margaret was willing to see her, that was already the greatest stroke of luck.

Margaret lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and glanced at Yolanda, who was cautiously trying to get closer to her.

"Do you know why I brought you here?"

Yolanda shook her head. Suddenly, Margaret let out a wail. "I wish I could take you to a five-star restaurant for a fancy meal, book a luxurious hotel for you to stay in. But I have nothing right now! I'm drowning in debt! Soon, I might be worse off than those beggars under the bridge. Those loan sharks might even sell me off somewhere!"

Margaret wasn't just playing the victim; she really was desperate for money. But growing up in the Stewart family, she had mastered the art of sweet-talking, of charming people. And more than anything, she knew how to make those who loved her willingly do anything for her.

"You're my real mother. Seeing me like this, doesn't it break your heart? Just because you didn't strangle Summer to death back then, I've become this pathetic, unwanted person."

Hearing this, Yolanda's heart ached instantly. Her Margaret was supposed to be a princess, adored and cherished in a grand castle.

"Margaret, tell me. What do you want me to do? As long as you can go back to how you used to be, I'm willing to do anything."

Margaret smirked disdainfully as she said each word, "If you help me get rid of Summer, I'll be the old Margaret again. When I have money again, I'll buy a big house for us to live in together.

She painted Yolanda a grand vision of the future.

"You really mean it? You'll live with me?"

"Of course, but only if you take care of Summer first!"

Yolanda had raised Summer for years, so she knew exactly where her weaknesses lay.

A ruthless glint flashed across her eyes. "Don't worry. I'll make sure she disappears without a trace."

The next morning. Summer arrived at the office. Her secretary knocked on the door. "Ms. Stewart, the semi-annual review meeting for Sunshine Mall requires your participation."

"I just attend remotely

Soon, she joined the meeting via audio call After the Sunshine Mall director finished presenting the annual report, there was suddenly some noise from the other end of the line

"Mr. Trevor, what brings you here?"

In the meeting room. Trevor had just walked in. His gaze swept across the attendees, but he

e didn't see Summer. His expression darkened. “Carry on. I just happened to have time today to listen in." Trevor said.

Summer paused for a moment.

Near the end of the meeting, the director asked Summer. "Ms. Stewart, are you satisfied with this year's reverie plan, or do you have any suggestions?"

"No major issues." Summer replied after a brief thought

Moving forward. Stewart Group will no longer be involved in the operations of Sunshine Mall. This year's dividends will be fully returned to Larson Group."

With that, she ended the call. Trevor, sitting in the meeting room, watched as the call disconnected, his eyes turning even darker. He let out a bitter laugh. She is truly heartless. She doesn't want to hate any connection with me at all.

As he replayed everything that had happened lately, for the first time, he truly understood that Summer had really left him.

It wasn't a bluff. It wasn't a tactic to make him chase her. She had truly stopped loving him.

Every time he thought about this, the suffocating silence, the endless darkness, and the inescapable torment swallowed him whole

And so, he ran.

But when he heard she would be attending the Sunshine Mall meeting today...

 

Chapter 215

Kidnapping Summer

He still couldn't help himself; he came anyway.

Hearing her voice, even if it was a voice of rejection, his cold heart began to beat again bit by bit.

He wanted to see her

With that thought, Trevor stood up and strode out.

Finished

Summer had a lot of work today, and by the time she got off, it was already quite late. She headed toward the underground parking lot.

Without any warning, the entire parking lot was suddenly plunged into darkness. Summer felt a chill run down her spine as she pressed the button on her car key.

A red car beeped in the distance.

Suddenly, behind her, footsteps echoed through the quiet parking lot, making them sound especially clear.

Summer's heart skipped a beat. Instinctively, she turned around, but before she could fully face the source of the noise, a blurry shadow flashed before her eyes. In the next instant, a wooden stick smashed into her head.

Summer collapsed onto the ground and fell unconscious.

Yolanda tossed the stick aside, her eyes as cold and evil. She stared down at Summer with a bloodthirsty glare and smiled cruelly.

Then, she grabbed hold of Summer and slowly dragged her toward the dark stairwell nearby.

Trevor's car was parked not far away. Earlier, when he heard Summer's voice during the meeting an impulse drove him here to Stewart Group. He hadn't planned to disturb her; he just wanted to come and take a look at her.

When he saw Summer walking out of the parking lot, Trevor's dark eyes locked onto her figure.

She still looked as slender and beautiful as ever.

Then, all of a sudden, the parking lot went completely dark. And in the very hext second, he heard Summer scream.

Trevor flung open the car door and jumped out, striding quickly in the direction Summer had just been.

"Summer? Summer, what's wrong?"

Damn it!

Just then, the parking lot lights flickered back on. Security guards rushed in.

"What happened? The circuit was pulled out!"

"It's fixed now. Hurry, check if anything seems off!"

Trevor scanned the area quickly. Summer's car was still there but she was gone. His eyes landed on the phone lying on the ground. Instantly, he had a bad feeling.

Could it be that Peyton still had accomplices? No, that was impossible; she was already in prison.

Trevor's heartbeat accelerated as he broke into a sprint, shouting, "Find her, now! Someone's missing"

"Summer! Summer! Where are you? He ran through the parking lot like a madman, searching desperately, but she was

On the rooftop of the mall, Summer woke up with a headache. She slowly opened her eyes, only to be greeted by darkness. But in the distance, she could see railings and the neon lights of high-rise buildings

She instantly recognized this place, it was the rooftop terrace of the mall.

"Who's there?" Her hands were tied

"Summer." A cold voice came. Footsteps rang out in the dim light. Step by step, the person approached her.

Summer lifted her head, and out of the darkness. Yolandas scary face emerged. Her eyes glowed with malice, filled with hatred as she glared at Summer

That was when Summer realized that Yolanda had been released from prison. She gulped. "What do you want?"

Yolanda stepped closer and squatted down, grabbing a fistful of Summer's hair. "You've been very disobedient. Mommy got out of prison, and you didn't even come pick me up. hmm?"

Summer's scalp burned with pain as she was forced to tilt her head back and look at the very face that had haunted her childhood nightmares.

"Let go of me! You're not my mother." She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Help" Is anyone there? Help!"

Yolanda burst into laughter. I am your mother. If you don't behave, I'll have to teach you a lesson. Why are you screaming for help?

With that, Yolanda pulled out a large box from her pocket, opened it, and revealed rows upon rows of long silver needles.

Summer's pupils shrank in horror. She remembered. As a child, whenever she made Yolanda angry. Yolanda would stab her arms and legs with these needles.

The terrifying memories came rushing back all at once.

Summer struggled desperately; her voice sharp with panic. "Let go of me! You lunatic!"

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Fraser's Woman

She wanted to escape, but her hands were tied, and her hair was being yanked,

Finished

The next second, a ten-centimeter-long silver needle plunged into Summer's arm. The sharp pain was so intense that her vision went black for a moment.

She couldn't hold back Mr. Graham she lashed out, kicking as hard as she could.

Yolanda hadn't expected Summer to fight back. The force of the kick sent her stumbling to the ground.

She quickly got back up and lunged at her. "Summer, you ungrateful wretch! I should have strangled you in the crib back

then!

Yolanda had lost it.

This time, she picked up a syringe from the ground. The liquid inside was unknown.

Summer scrambled to her feet and dashed toward the door but it was locked.

Yolanda followed closely behind, her eyes filled with malice. "Running? Who told you to bully Margaret? You filthy bitch, how dare you take Margaret's place, huh?"

Summer kicked at the door, but it wouldn't budge. She had no choice but to turn in another direction.

Yolanda stepped closer and closer.

"What is that?" Summer asked.

"This? It's drugs. Highly addictive."

Yolanda had heard about its effects from drug addicts in prison.

"As long as I inject you with this, by tonight, you'll be nothing more than a junkie who accidentally fell off the rooftop. Hahaha!"

At the surveillance room, the security guards scanned through the footage.

Trevor stood behind them, his face tense with anxiety.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared near the stairwell, moving suspiciously.

Trevor immediately recognized the middle-aged woman. He had seen her lurking around the parking lot earlier. The next second, she disappeared from view.

Without hesitation, Trevor bolted out of the room, rushing up the stairwell while calling out Summer's name.

As he climbed, he heard Summer's desperate cries for help.

Without thinking, he slammed his body into the door, forcing it open.

And there, he saw the woman dressed in black, holding the syringe, ready to stab Summer.

Trevor sprinted forward and kicked Yolanda away.

He immediately turned to Summer and helped her up.

"Summer, are you okay?"

As he spoke, he quickly untied the ropes around her wrists.

In that split second. Trevor shoved Summer aside

The blade plunged deep into his chest.

Blood gushed from his wound

Summer's eyes widened in horror. "Trevor..."

At that moment, security guards burst in and tackled Yolanda to the ground.

At the hospital, Scarlett and Bethany rushed in after seeing the news report.

Finished

"What happened: Scarlett asked anxiously. "How could my son get stabbed by some lunatic at Stewart Group's mall"

Bethany tried to calm her down. "Mom, take it easy. Let's check on Trevor first." They reached the surgery room and saw Summer sitting outside, staring blankly ahead, her expression unreadable.

Scarlett's chest burned with rage. Her eyes turned red with fury.

"Summer! It's you, isn't it?! You already broke up with my son! Why are you still clinging to him and bringing disaster into his life? You're nothing but a curse! How many times has my son ended up in the hospital because of you! Why weren't you the one who got stabbed! How can you be this vicious?!"

Bethany quickly stepped in. "Mom, it wasn't Summer who stabbed him! Why are you blaming her!"

"If it weren't for her. Trevor wouldn't be lying in there right now! Get out of my way! I'm going to make her pay?"

Scarlett shoved Bethany aside and stormed toward Summer, raising her hand to slap her.

But the next second, someone grabbed Scarlett's wrist from behind.

Before she could react a strong force flung her backward, sending her crashing onto the floor.

Summer slowly lifted her head and saw a tall, handsome man standing there.

It was Fraser. His expression was cold and distant as he towered over them. Scarlett frowned and shouted, "Who the hell are you? This is none of your business!"

Bethany immediately tugged at Scarlett's sleeve, signaling her to stop talking. "Mom that's Mr. Graham from the Graham family."

Fraser's gaze was icy and commanding. His voice was calm but filled with authority.

"You think you can lay a hand on my woman without asking for my permission?"

Scarlett and Bethany were both stunned.

Scarlett blurted out in disbelief. What

Summer is the Graham family's son's girlfriend?"

Frasers sharp eyes flicked over to her

He let out a cold, humorless chuckle "What Did you think she was yours."

thout giving them another glance. Fraser turned away from them and walked toward Summer

He lowered his gaze: his deep eyes studying her for a few seconds before extending his hand to her

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Nowhere to Retreat

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After a moment, she placed her hand in his and stood up. Fraser led her away. Scarlett watched them leave, gritting her teeth.

"No wonder she broke up with my son. This woman latched onto Bossman! I told you from the start she was a vixen! I warned your brother not to be with her, but he wouldn't listen..."

Bethany felt utterly humiliated by the stares of people passing through the hospital. She stomped her foot. "Mom, Trevor is still in surgery. Can you lower your voice and stop ranting!"

Scarlett jabbed her finger hard against Bethany's forehead. "Your brother got stabbed protecting Summer, and what does that bitch do' Runs off with another man!"

Fraser brought Summer to a VIP room and instructed the waiting female doctor, "Check her injuries."

Summer hugged her arms and shook her head, speaking in a low voice. "I'm not hurt. There's no need."

Do you want me to do it for you? Fraser's tone wasn't particularly cold, but it was lower than usual.

Having spent some time with him, Summer could tell that this man was not in a good mood.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned ice-cold. Summer slowly loosened her arms. The female doctor felt a chill run down her spine and quickly pulled the curtain shut before examining Summer from head to toe.

After a while, she drew back the curtain. "Mr. Graham, Ms. Stewart has multiple bruises and abrasions on her arms and thighs. She needs some medication applied."

Summer obediently sat by the bed, letting the doctor treat her as she pleased. The doctor carefully applied ointment to her wounds.

"Tsk..." The moment the iodine touched the open wound on her arm, the stinging sensation made Summer instinctively furrow her brows.

Fraser, who had been standing nearby, glanced over. The cigarette he was twirling between his fingers made one last spin. before he shoved it back into the pack. His voice was indifferent. "Get out. I'll do it."

The doctor, feeling immense relief, quickly set down the medicine and left, closing the door behind her.

Fraser picked up the ointment, staring at her arm for a few seconds before dipping a cotton swab into the iodine and gently applying it. His movements were unexpectedly gentle.

From Summer's perspective, the hospital's dim lighting cast a soft glow over him. His long lashes drooped slightly, concealing his emotions, but the sharp contours of his side profile remained strikingly distinct.

Once he was done, Fraser tossed the cotton swab into the trash. His refined features remained expressionless, but his deep black eyes lingered on her.

After a moment, his voice carried a hint of command. "Go back home in a bit?

Summer pressed her lips together. "I want to wait until Trevor wakes up before leaving."

"Summer." Fraser's low voice called her name. "Don't test my patience right now." Summer's gaze flickered slightly. The cooling medication soothed her wounds, but she kept her head lowered as she spoke. “He saved me this time.

"Heh" Fraser let out a cold chuckle, his voice as sharp as ice against stone. "So, what? You want to repay him with your body?"

Hearing this, Summer knew Fraser had misunderstood. The memory of Trevor shoving her aside, taking Yolanda's knife straight to the chest, and bleeding profusely replayed in her mind. No matter who it was, if someone had protected her like that she would feel grateful.

Summer litted her head, her clear eyes locking onto his. He saved my life. No matter how you look at it. I should wait until he wakes up before leaving

Fraser stared at her, the warmth in his gaze rapidly fading. So, you allow him." What kind of logic was that? Summer couldn't follow Fraser's train of thought

"What does this have to do with love?"

"Why won't you admit it?"

Travert Summer was frustrated now.

From the moment Yolanda attacked her, to the terrifying ordeal on the rooftop, she made wared. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms and absorb his warmth.

But ever since he arrived, Fraser had been cold. Distant. The way he looked at her carried on indienannte sense of

what are you calling my name for Fraser's dark pupils bore into her. He let out a mocking nut. his lips tarling stiprintly

ans there to feel wronged about now? Do you expect me to pray for his speedy recovery tour

Summer turned her face away. "I don't have the energy to argue with you today

Namegy! Fraser's gaze darkened completely, his presence suffocating. "Sumner, you're just scared he wontowierum.

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Chapter 218

Breaking Up

She was in chaos, as if she had walked into a tangled mess, searching

desperately for a way out.

"Fraser, have you forgotten our three-month agreement? In just a few hours, our relationship will be over!"

Fraser's eyes were bloodshot, his lips curling into a mocking smile filled with

sarcasm.

"Remembering it so clearly... Have you been waiting for this to end all along?"

Finished

Summer bit her lip and met his gaze fearlessly, speaking each word with clarity. "Mr. Graham, this was your promise. Are you going back on your word?"

Fraser lazily raised his wrist and glanced at his expensive watch. The dazzling starry dial ticked on, cold and unfeeling. The time pointed to 10 PM.

Fraser leaned back into his usual nonchalant demeanor, smirking. "What's the rush? There's still two hours left."

Summer didn't want to waste words on meaningless arguments. She stood up, intending to leave. The moment she took a step forward. her arm was yanked back, and she was thrown straight onto the bed.

Fraser loomed over her aggressively.

Summer pushed against his chest. "Are you insane? This is a hospital!"

Fraser's eyes were terrifyingly dark, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. "Relax. No one dares to come in."

With that, he gripped her chin and kissed her hard. It was wild, domineering, as if he wanted to consume her whole.

Summer struggled desperately.

But the more she resisted, the tighter his grip became. In a moment of panic, Summer swung her hand, slapping him across the face.

A smack echoed through the hospital room. For a moment, both of them were stunned. Fraser's gaze froze. His long lashes quivered stiffly as he stared at her in disbelief, a storm raging in his eyes.

"Summer! Do I disgust you that much?"

Summer looked at the glaring red mark on his face, opening her mouth slightly.

She wanted to say it wasn't intentional.

But before she could speak, he was already demanding answers, his voice thick with rage.

The words of apology stuck in her throat.

Summer suddenly thought that maybe this was for the best. They were breaking up anyway. There was no need to worry about keeping a good impression anymore.

She pushed him off and stood up, her slender back turned stubbornly against him. Yet, a layer of mist quickly blurred her vision. Her eyes stung, and teardrops began to fall. Her voice, hoarse and strained, broke the silence. "The three months are up

"Fraser, let's not contact each other anymore...

She had rehearsed this moment countless times in private, practicing how to say goodbye with grace and dignity, but she never imagined it would end like this.

Summer thought she would be able to walk away coolly. But when she actually turned around, her tears fell uncontrollably. her heart breaking into pieces. She held back a sob. "And thank you for taking care of me these past few months." 12.17 PM d

Fraser watched her leave without be vitatio

That woman didn't even span

shed tears "Summer, you really

Suddenly, he laughed. It was mos king, and his shoulders shaking from the force ad Last glance The thought made his laughter turn call and sharp, lus eyes glistening with can't let go of him, can you?"

In an instant, the medical supplies on the table were seept to the ground with a violent

The room filled with the chaotic sound of things shuttering

Summer left the VIP room, completely lost in her thoughts. Within realizing it, she walked toward the operating room

Scarlett and Bethany were still waiting at the door

She didn't step forward, only leaning against the corner of the wheeled Trevor out on a hospital bed. Suminer heard. night"

Wall The doors to the operating form swing open. Ikutors crying out. Tortor, have bemny sou? Thi going to be okay,

The doctor replied. The surgery was a success. Fortunately, the wound was slightly off from the heart, Ciberwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable

Bethany sobbed. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you for saving my brother."

Hearing that, Summer finally let out a breath she hadn't realized she was building.

At least tonight wasn't a complete disaster...

The next day, the police called Summer in to give her statement

At the station, she saw Yolanda once again. She was handcuffed, her eyes still empty yet sharp

Even in custody, she remained hysterical. The moment she saw Summer, pure hatred burned in her gaze,

She shot up from her seat, trying to hinge at her again.

The officers quickly restrained her.

Yolanda screamed, "I was just teaching an ungrateful slaughter a lesson! What crime did I commit? I raised her for twenty years! I'm her mother! It's my right to discipline her!"

 

Chapter 219

Shut Up

"Quiet!" The officer questioned, "Did you have any accomplices this time?"

Finished

At the mention of this, Yolanda's eyes flickered with a trace of hesitation. Thad no accomplicest Summer has ignored me for three years: she

was heartless and cruel. I was furious after being released from prison. That's the only reason I did it!"

Summer cast her a cold glance before following the officer into the adjacent room for questioning.

The officer seemed to have already heard plenty of Yolanda's sob stories.

Looking at Summer's indifferent expression, he asked, "She's your mother?"

"No."

"She says she raised you for twenty years

"I suppose

"So you lived with her for twenty years?"

"I suppose.

The officer frowned, assuming this was just a family dispute between mother and daughter.

Would you consider a reconciliation?"

Summer's response was cold. "No."

"Ms. Stewart, Yolanda has cancer. If this is just a family conflict, I suggest you reconsider. You might regret this in the future."

Upon hearing that, Summer's gaze turned sharp as a blade as she stared at the officer. Then, she spoke in a calm, clear voice, "First, she's not my biological mother; she's the one who deliberately switched the babies at birth. Second, when she attacked. me, she accused me of stealing Margaret's place, I have reason to believe Margaret was her accomplice. And lastly, she stabbed Trevor Larson, the Larson Group's sons."

The officer's brows knitted together, finally taking the case seriously. "Understood, Ms. Stewart Thank you for your cooperation today"

After leaving the police station, Summer buried herself in work, throwing herself into it relentlessly.

The problem wasn't just that she was working herself to the bone; she dragged the entire Stewart Group along with her. Employees were constantly staying late for endless meetings

The whole company was filled with complaints. No one understood what had gotten into Summer. She had already gone through the transition period of taking over, yet suddenly, it felt like the Stewart Group was back in an era of grueling hardship.

That day, Summer was in the middle of a meeting when she received a message from Bethany.

"Summer, my brother is doing much better. Are you free to come see him?"

At the final meeting of the day, Summer closed her folder and announced, "Everyone gets off work on time today."

The moment those words left her mouth, a wave of relief washed over the room.

For the first time in a long while, they wouldn't have to see the moon before heading home.

In the hospital room, luing in bed, Trevor asked Bethany, "Did you tell her?"

Bethany smirked. If he hadn't been so badly injured this time, she wouldn't have even bothered helping him.

woman was too heartless. He had taken that knife for her.

Bethany teased, "If you knew this would happen, you should've thought twice before treating her that way"

Trevor's patience wore thin. "Shut up"

"As if I want to be here taking care of you. With your personality, only Summer would've been foolish enough to chase after you back then

Trevor's expression darkened. Just then, a knock sounded at the door. "Come in, Trevor called

The moment Summer stepped inside, the dim light in Trevor's eyes thickered with sudden brightness.

Bethany was stunned. "Summer, you actually came?

Trevor coughed lightly and shot Bethany a cold look. "Aren't you leaving

Bethany pouted. Typical. The moment Summer showed up, he forgot all about his own sister.

Just because she came didn't mean anything

"Summer, I just remembered 1 have something to do. I'll get going. With that. Bethany dashed out of the room, shutting the door behind her. Trevor's gaze roamed over Summer, drinking in the sight of her. Summer's expression shifted slightly. Her eyes landed on the thick layers of bandages wrapped around his chest.

After a pause, she spoke. "Thank you for taking that knife for me"

Trevor's voice was gentle. "Summer, as long as you're okay, that's all that matters."

"Sit." Su

"Sit." Summer remained standing. "No need. I have things to do soon." "Summer, do you still hate me? Trevor's gaze was unwavering, locking onto her. "Does this at least make up for some of the things I did wrong in the past?"

Summer lowered her eyes. "Regardless of who saved me, I'd be grateful. That's all there is to it."

A flicker of disappointment crossed Trevor's eyes.

"Rest well. I'll get going. As she turned and reached the door, Trevor couldn't help but ask,

"Summer, will you come back tomorrow?"

 

Chapter 220

Summer = steps faltered for a moment, but she didn't answer. She shut the door behind her and left. As she walked, a wave of discomfort suddenly washed over her. Her vision blurred, and she collapsed against the wall before losing consciousness

When the woke up, she found herself lying in a hospital bed. A doctor stood beside her. "Miss, you're five weeks pregnant. You've been overworked and malnourished lately, which caused you to faint.

Summer blinked, her mind still dazed, unable to process what she just heard.

"What did you say?"

The doctor repeated, "Miss, your body is very weak right now. During the first three months of pregnancy, you need to rest properly, or there's a high risk of miscarriage"

It took a moment for Summer to fully grasp what the doctor was saying. Pregnant?

Boom! It was like a bomb went off in her mind, shaking her to the core

How could this be? She abruptly sat up, staring at the doctor as if seeking one last confirmation

Her voice was anxious. "Doctor, are you sure? Can you check again? There's no way I could be pregnant."

The doctor replied, "You were examined twice when you fainted. Here's the ultrasound. It confirms your pregnancy."

The doctor handed her a black-and-white ultrasound scan Summer stared at it for a long moment before slowly taking it She looked at the image, then at her stomach, still unable to believe it.

But she and Fraser had already broken up. The thought made her clench her hands tightly, her face growing even paler. This unexpected situation caught her completely off guard. Her mind was a mess, completely at a loss for what to do.

The baby's father. Where is he? You'll need regular checkups, and for safety reasons, you should stay in the hospital for at few days. Have the baby's father come handle the admission process."

Summer bit her lip and asked, "Doctor, can I not keep this baby?

The doctor finally took a closer look at the woman sitting on the hospital bed.

She was strikingly beautiful, with bright eyes and delicate features, but her face was too pale. Her hands were clenched tightly, and her thin shoulders made her look pitiful.

"Having a baby is a blessing. You should cherish it. Many people dream of having a child but can't"

Hearing that, Summer's face turned even whiter. It looked as if she might collapse at any moment. Seeing her like this, the doctor couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her.

The doctor immediately assumed Summer must be a single mother or had been abandoned by a heartless n man. "If you... decide to terminate the pregnancy, you need to make the decision soon. After three months, the procedure will be much. more harmful to your body."

After the doctor left, Summer got out of bed and stumbled out of the hospital.

The glaring sunlight outside made her feel even colder inside. This baby couldn't have come at a worse time.

Just then, her phone rang. It rang for a long time before she finally pulled it out. It was Yvette. Summer answered.

Yvette's urgent voice came through. "Summer, you need to come over right now."

Summer's voice was hollow. "What's wrong"

This place frequently hosted extravagant banquets. The guests who attended were all wealthy elites, high-society ladies, or top-tier celebrities. A long red carpet stretched from the entrance into the grand hall, lined with rows of luxury sports cars.

Yvette, who was already waiting at the entrance, rushed over the moment she saw Summer

Summer took one look at Yvette's high-end black slip dress and sparkling crystal heels and immediately knew she was attending a banquet. However, she had no idea why Yvette suddenly called her here.

She asked. "What's going on?"

Yvette's face was filled with anger. "Do you know who's inside? Fraser! Your boyfriend!

The mention of his name hit Summer like a sudden blow. Her heart clenched as she thought of her pregnancy.

Tonight is the Havenbrook charity gala. Fraser is here as an honored guest, and the one accompanying him is none other than the Oscar-winning actress Leann Burke, who's been insanely popular lately, Summer, isn't he still your boyfriend: How can he be so shameless? He's with another woman, and everyone inside is saying how perfect they look together. I'm so furious!"

Summer was still in a daze. Before she could react. Yvette grabbed her hand and pulled her inside.

The banquet hall was buzzing with lively chatter. Servers weaved through the crowd, carrying trays of cocktails