Predestined Marriage

Chapter 253: The Emersons Are All Evil

Who was behind the trap?

What was his purpose?

Was he an Emerson?

If he was, how did he manage to use Charlie to lure Summer into the trap?

Why did he do it on the first day of the New Year? Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Summer walked to Charlie, her mind being occupied.

The day before yesterday, she was watching TV with Charlie on the sofa. Charlie offered her and

Leonardo his best wishes.

Only a day later, Charlie was in the operating room, his life in jeopardy.

Summer was distressed.

She turned around to walk out, while saying to Tim, "Let's go."

Tim followed her.

She went back to her room. Tim guarded at the door the whole night.

Summer said to Tim before she closed the door, "Thank you."

After all, Leonardo asked Tim to work on the New Year holiday.

"Mrs. Emerson, you're welcome. Mr. Emerson asked me to work for him because he trusts me. He

believes I'm helpful in emergencies," Tim said with his head down, being humble.

Summer did not reply. She walked in with a faint smile.

...

Summer waited for Leonardo in the room. But he didn't come back.

She held her phone tight in the hand, thinking if she should call Leonardo to ask about what was going

on.

Even though she believed Leonardo didn't mean it when he said those hurtful things, she winced at the

idea of calling him.

She didn't want to hear his chilly voice.

When she had a miserable life in the Jarrett Family, she wasn't sad.

Now she felt distressed when Leonardo was talking to her in an icy manner.

She was spoiled by him.

...

There was a knock on the door.

Summer was delighted. Assuming Leonardo had returned, she hurriedly got up to open the door.

The door was pushed opened. When she saw the person, her joy turned into disappointment.

It wasn't Leonardo, but a maid who delivered her food.

Summer asked her, "Hasn't Leonardo returned yet?"

The maid only shook her head, put down the tray, and left.

While the door was open, she noticed that Tim was guarding the door along with a few bodyguards.

She opened the door again and asked, "Did Leonardo call you?"

"No." Tim lowered his head, avoiding her disappointed look.

She didn't call Leonardo in the end.

She didn't want to sleep, either. So Summer lay on the sofa, covering herself with a blanket.

Being in a daze, she heard someone was walking around.

Although the person tried to be as quiet as possible, Summer caught the noise and woke up in

vigilance.

She caught sight of a hunky figure. It was Leonardo.

He leaned towards her and raised his arm. Summer didn't know what he wanted to do.

She sat upright and said, "You're back."

Leonardo stood straight and looked at her with a poker face. He asked, "Did you have dinner?"

Summer nodded and said, "Yeah. How is Grandfather? He..."

She suddenly stopped.

Leonardo said with a cold expression, "The operation was over, but he is still in danger. It's not sure

whether he will wake up in 48 hours. Maybe he will make it. Or maybe he won't."

Summer looked up at Leonardo and met his cold gaze.

She explained in panic, "I didn't push him."

The room was deadly quite.

Leonardo stared at her and remained silent, as if he was thinking about whether she lied or not.

Summer had always thought she was a strong person.

However, she was just a vulnerable girl in front of her beloved man.

His silence hurt her.

What he said next made Summer feel depressed.

"The police will investigate the incident."

He didn't have any emotions. His voice was still soothing and pleasant.

Hands clenched, Summer said hoarsely, "Leonardo, I don't believe you. I give you a chance to tell me

the truth."

She did not believe Leonardo told the truth.

Summer stared at Leonardo, her head held high. She decided to follow her heart and have faith in

Leonardo.

But her trust was misplaced.

Curling his lips, he said with a sneer, "Summer, I told you the truth. Do you really think you are kind? If

so, you wouldn't have asked the reporters go to the Jarrett's factory to take photos secretively. The

Jarrett Group was on the verge of bankruptcy because of you."

He stared fixedly at Summer, trying to figure out how she would respond.

Summer pursed her lips and stared back at Leonardo.

Leonardo was enraged by her calmness. He came closer to her and said coolly, "You've even done

much to frame the Jarretts. They are your family. Charlie is not. Who knows what you did to him?"

"I'm not a wicked woman like Vicky. I would never hurt Charlie, my grandfather-in-law, just for the sake

of Eliza..."

Before Summer finished her sentence, she was interrupted by Leonardo. "Shut up. Don't call him

grandfather. You are not qualified."

Summer stood up and shouted, "Leonardo! Did you lose your mind? It's obvious someone is trying to

set me up. You and your family are not looking for the real culprit. Instead, you accuse me! How dare

you?"

Leonardo narrowed his eyes and pinched her chin. His dark eyes glinted with angry as he warned,

"Watch your mouth. The Emersons are not like that. How could we do such a vicious thing?"

Summer was in pain as her chin was pinched by him. But she didn't make a sound. She glared at

Leonardo and said with her teeth gritted, "How is that impossible? The Emersons are all evil. You are

most wicked of them all!"

Leonardo's face darkened.

Summer was terrified.

But she couldn't show it. She couldn't compromise.

"You want to hit me? Come on. Kill your child and me. If you insist on accusing me and sending me to

prison, I should rather have a miscarriage now. When the verdict is issued, I can go to prison right

away. This is all you want, isn't it?"

Leonardo's expression was complicated. Seeing that, she was smug.

Leonardo sneered in anger. "Summer, do you know what you're talking about?"

Summer said with a snicker, "Of course. You've made it clear with your attitude. You think I pushed

Charlie down. If you want to sue me, go ahead. I'll bear the consequences. What else can I do?"

If Leonardo did not believe her and the Emersons insisted on suing her and sending her to prison, she

wasn't able the turn the tables.