His Ugly Bride (Anna and Sebastian) novel Chapter 800

"No one can easily ruin other's life. If you think your life has been ruined, you must be the one to blame," Summer said calmly as she glanced at the restroom.

"It's you! You've ruined my life!" Amber looked at Summer with hatred, as if she was going to kill her.

Summer listened carefully and found there was no sound anymore.

Rosie was smart. She might not understand what Amber and Summer was talking about, but she could tell that they were at loggerheads. So she didn't come out immediately.

Summer thought of this and heaved a sigh of relief secretly.

"Whatever." Summer pretended to leave.

"Don't leave!" Amber grabbed her.

Summer chuckled and said softly, "You should know that Carl is the owner of Golden Cauldron Club."

Although Golden Cauldron Club was also Leonardo's property, Carl had been running it.

Amber bought it. Even if it were not for Jessica, she and Carl had grudge with each other because of Leonardo three years ago. So she didn't dare to make a fuss here.

"Wait and see. I must have you suffer whatever I've been through!" Amber said in a relentless tone with hatred glittering in her eyes. Then she went to the restroom.

After Amber went into the compartment, Summer went in, too.

She found Rosie and opened the door of the compartment. Rosie was standing there.

Summer touched her face and then held

Rosie in her arms.

Rosie kept quiet all the way. Summer wanted to say something, but she didn't know what to say.

When they were about to arrive at the private room, Rosie said, "It was Aunt Amber."

Amber had been Rosie's nominal mother for three years when Summer had been in a coma.

Although Rosie and Amber weren't very close, they were more or less familiar with each other.

Rosie understood. She smiled and looked at Summer, her clear eyes curved, "You are the best mom, too."

Summer laughed so hard that she almost cried. She put Rosie down and said, "You go in first. I forgot to use the restroom just now. I'll be back soon."

Rosie nodded, "OK."

Summer opened the door of the private room to let Rosie in.

Jessica asked her, "Summer, where are you going?"

"I have to use the restroom. I'll come back later." Then she closed the door.

She walked to the side and raised her head to calm down.

What a considerate child. The more considerate Rosie was, the more guilty Summer felt.

It must be because she wasn't good enough that Rosie had to be so considerate.