In order to confirm whether Leonardo had been secretly watching her, Summer walked back to the place where she had lived.
When she arrived, she saw the police car and the security line outside the courtyard next door.
A policeman saw her and frowned, "Hey! What are you doing here?"
Summer walked over and pointed at her house, "I live here."
The policeman turned around and whispered to the other one. Then he looked at Summer and said, "Excuse me, Miss, we're now conducting an investigation and we need your cooperation."
"Alright." Summer was curious about what had happened, so she was very cooperative.
The police routinely inquired Summer, and she answered the questions one by one.
Summer finally figured out what had happened.
Those youths did have committed crimes.
Car racing, killing people, stealing, and even raping young girls.
Actually, the police had not pointed it out so bluntly. Summer figured it out herself.
Summer thought of the girl who had come to use the bathroom.
If she hadn't been so cautious and let that girl into the house, she would probably have been dead by now.
Summer felt the coldness climbing up on her back as well as the fear.
Adults were good at judging and weighing. Even if they did bad things, they would consider the consequences. But teenagers were different. They were more likely to be impulsive and reckless.
Seeing Summer's bad expression, the policeman looked at her belly with some inquiry, "Where is your husband?"
Summer paused and said, "He's working."
The policeman nodded, "It's safe here now."
Summer smiled and said, "Thank you, sir."
Although the police said that it was very safe here, Summer did not want to live here anymore.
She had lived here just for the sake of the baby.
And now she's waiting for the due day.
The other reason was Leonardo.
Although Summer had lived here for more than four months, she didn't have many possessions. One suitcase was enough.
When she walked out with the suitcase, the policemen were still there but no one noticed her.
After she left, several strong men walked out from the other side.
One said in a deep voice, "Call Mr. Knight."
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