Summer took half a step back and said with a cold expression, "Thank you for your concern. His injuries have almost healed."

Vicky laughed, but her words were heavy with provocation. "Then you need to thank me for only cutting the brake line."

Summer clenched her hands tightly, and the joints of her fingers turned slightly white.

Staring Vicky ruthlessly, Summer said in an ice-cold voice, "You'd better pray that the person who has been protecting you will be able to make it for the rest of your life."

Vicky's eyes flashed with madness, and her voice dripped viciousness. "There's no need to do it. Do you think you can live long? As long as I can avenge Adams, I don't care how long I will live."

On hearing it, Summer narrowed her eyes. She then replied in such a low voice that only they two could hear, "Vicky, what does Adams' death have to do with us? He planted the bomb on the island himself, and I am also a victim."

"A victim? Bullshit!"

Vicky snorted coldly and sneered. Her tone was filled with suppressed hatred. "You said you were the victim. Why are you still alive, but Adams is dead? Why did you and Leonardo survive, but Adams died?"

After that, Vicky put on a forbidding look.

Vicky became somewhat excited, and her shrill voice involuntarily rose. "Tell me why! You should be the one who died rather than Adams."

Vicky's voice attracted the attention of others.

Summer coldly watched her go crazy. Vicky had lost her judgment on right and wrong.

In her eyes, regardless of whether Summer and Leonardo did anything wrong, they should be blamed for Adams’s death.

Ever since Vicky was very young, she had been the apple of the Jarretts' eyes.

Karen indulged her. Because of Karen, Summer always listened to Vicky when Summer was a child.

Precisely because of their indulgence, Vicky became like this.

When Vicky encountered unpleasant things, she would find fault with others rather than reflect on herself.

Summer replied coldly, "Because he deserved it!"

Vicky seemed to lose her temper. She looked at Summer with hard and cruel eyes and raised her hand, intending to hit Summer.

Summer had been paying attention to Vicky's movements. She was a little taller than Vicky and easily caught the hand Vicky waved.

Vicky's hand was grasped, and an angry look was revealed on her face. "Summer, let go of me!"

Summer did not release her grip. Instead, she even pulled Vicky towards her with force.

Vicky staggered and almost fell.

Summer said with a serious look, "People, who never know how to reflect on themselves, sooner or later, will come home to roost."

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