Chapter 38

“It’s a piece of cake, Summer said with a puzzled face. Was searching for a company address difficult?

“Who’s your dad?” Rhett found chatting with this kiddo pretty amusing.

York was driving, his eyes practically glued to the rearview mirror. Was that their Mr. FitzGerald? He even goofed around with a kid.

“You’re my dad,” Summer seemed convinced that Rhett was her father.

In Summer’s world, everything was always straightforward, never that complicated.

Rhett cracked a smile, totally clueless that he was such a kid magnet. How come he remembered that Eve’s brat would start bawling at the sight of Rhett, as if he’d seen the Bogeyman?

Sure, this little boy was more lovable.

“Can I keep this Superman? I’ll get you a new one. How about that?” Rhett said softly.

Summer pondered for a moment, then adorably nodded. “If you like it, it’s yours, no need to get me a new one.”

“Why?”

“Don’t wanna make you spend money.” Summer knew earning cash was a hard slog. “Uncle Garner works super hard to make money, you must be worn out too.”

Rhett never bothered to correct Summer’s address, and even York was getting a bit fed up, wondering what the heck Rhett was up to. “Kiddo, don’t go calling random dudes Dad, he’s not your pop. Your real dad is something else, and no one knows who he is yet.”

Summer glanced at York and then kept quiet.

“You talk too much, don’t you?” Rhett furrowed his brow.

to blabber any further.

down, carefully handed the little toy to Rhett and then whispered in an extremely soft voice,

one knew how much Summer longed for

it was always Mom and Dad who played games with their children, but Summer only had his uncle. His mom was locked

was busy making money to support him and didn’t have much time

with him.

was always alone, watching the other kids with their parents.

a look. Garner’s

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was a hot mean and downright

hadst mentioned it was Superman, he wouldn’t have recognized it at all.

kids‘ imaginations were something

FitzGerald Mansion

to the backyard shed in search

door to the shed closed behind her,

glanced back and got

fought back before and had been brutally crushed, so she stopped

in a sloppy black tracksuit was cracking

trying to open the door, but it was locked from the

cynical laugh. It seemed Vincent wouldn’t

when Kristin was going through dark times, Vincent was

had given Vincent her only trust, but he pushed her into the

tried to calm the man in front of her. She lacked the strength to resist, but she needed to find a way to

intent on forcing himself on Kristin, but she didn’t seem to resist

used to scream and run at the sight of Kemp as if he were a madman, but

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