Donald wasn’t bothered about Summer's resistance.

“People who are sick would usually deny it! I know that you’re mentally ill!” He had said.

Summer had been in hell all these years because of him.

She had known that Donald hated her, but she had underestimated human nature.

As soon as Donald saw Summer approaching them, he immediately greeted her as a father would. “Summer, you’re finally discharged. I wanted to go to your ward just now, it’s great that you’re here. I’m happy that our hard work in treating you didn’t go to waste. Let’s go home. Your mom asked the servants to clean up your room every day. She’s been looking forward to your return!”

“My mom?” Summer snickered. “My mom passed away when I was three years old. When did she come back from the dead?”

Her words made the atmosphere awkward.

Donald’s smile froze for a moment. He would have slapped Summer in private, but he had to pretend to be a good father in front of the reporters now.

“Yes, that’s true, but your stepm