Chapter 32

“Mr. Ardly, Miss Plath is very traumatized by what she has gone through.” The psychologist shook his head. He felt quite bad for Summer as well. Samson lowered his gaze and nodded. “Is this still the Plath family’s little imp I knew?” Samson walked over to the window and ruffled Summer’s hair. “Sum, can you pretend that the Summer who was missing for a year is dead?” ...... There was a long silence left hanging in the air, and there was a pleading tone to Samson’s voice as he spoke. “You’ve already killed that little idiot who lost her memory with your own hands, so can you become the Summer I knew again?” Summer blinked, and she slowly teared up. “Please, Summer… Please talk to me.” The doctor had said that Summer was in an extremely bad shape. Not only could she not go through the surgery, the trauma might also drive her crazy. Summer felt a little dizzy, and she forcefully shook her head. “Sum, do you remember the first time we met? You saved me and brought me home…” Sam