Chapter 33

Summer’s hospital room had been busy all day.

She had given the Wright family a set of twins. Even Old Madam Wright and Evan’s father, Harold, had come by to visit.

When Dora returned to the room, Harold and Old Madam Wright had already left.

Only the third daughter, Yara Wright, and the youngest, Fiona Wright, remained.

To the entire Wright family, Summer was ill. Depression. Grief. They believed she had mentally projected Evan onto his late brother, Steven.

The moment Dora stepped inside, she saw Fiona holding Summer’s hand gently.

“ Don’t worry, Summer,” Fiona coaxed softly. “Steven only ever loved you. He just stepped out to handle some work. He won’t leave you p>

“Really? ” Summer asked, her voice trembling.

“Of course,” Fiona nodded firmly. “Right now, the most important thing is that you focus on your recovery and take care of your body p>

Summer’s eyes welled up again.

“Then why is Stella treating me like this? What did I do wrong? Why would she hurt me this way p>

The moment Stella’s name was mentioned, the mood in the room shifted.

Ever since Stella married into the Wright family, the matriarch’s cold attitude had set the tone. No one truly respected her.

Fiona and Dora, in particular, followed the old lady’s lead.

Fiona squeezed Summer’s hand tighter. “Don’t worry. I’ll make her publicly apologize to you.

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She was getting out of hand. The Wright family had supported her for three years. And this was how she repaid them?

Fiona had always been close to Summer.

After seeing the headlines today, she had wanted to tear Stella apart herself.

It took all three of them speaking at once to finally calm Summer down.

When she finally fell asleep, Fiona stepped outside with Dora.

“Mom,” she said in a low voice, “Grandma saw the bruises on Summer’s face. She was furious. She said that woman can’t stay in the Wright family any longer p>

That woman.

She meant Stella.

Dora’s expression darkened.

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Before she could respond, Fiona continued, “Grandma told you to handle this cleanly p>

Old Madam Wright had never liked Stella. Seeing the injuries on Summer’s face had pushed her over the edge.

Dora pressed her lips together.

“Handle it cleanly?” she muttered. “With Evan protecting her, how am I supposed to handle it p>

If they had truly been able to control Stella, she never would have entered the family in the first place.

Stella had wrapped Evan around her finger. And none of them could do anything about it.

“No matter what,” Fiona insisted, “she has to apologize. Otherwise, what will Harbor City think of Summer p>

“Don’t even mention an apology,” Dora snapped.

The word brought back the image of Stella losing control and striking Summer.

She was practically unstable now.

After leaving the hospital, Evan headed back to the company.

They were stopped at a red light when Patrick suddenly made a small sound.

“Hmm p>

Evan, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them slowly. His gaze was sharp and cold.

“What p>

“That looks like Madam » patrick said, staring ahead.

Evan followed his line of sight.

Even from behind, he recognized her instantly.

Stella.

And beside her stood a tall, broad–shouldered figure–nearly half a head taller than she was.

Blond hair.

Eirden.

Evan’s expression darkened.

He reached for the door handle immediately.

“Sir, you can’t get out here,” Patrick warned as horns began blaring behind them and traffic surged past in the adjacent lanes.

“Pull over up ahead p>