"I hate myself for not being able to protect you."
A heap of photos lay in front of Justin Huxley, and the one he held in his hand showed a man and a woman embracing in a garden. The woman in the photo was Summer Lowell, the same one Maxim Sinclair had deliberately pulled into his arms the day before yesterday, holding her tightly for a long time.
"I'm just a bit disappointed," Summer said, noticing a file labeled Justin Huxley on a bookshelf not far away. She hesitated for a moment, then got up, walked over, took the file, and opened it, "Senior, I've waited for you here for a long time in this unfamiliar place, but you never even called..."
Am I blaming myself here?
Justin Huxley found it amusing, as he picked through the photos sent by a private detective, which secretly captured Summer at Varden Villa.
Just from the photos, it was really impossible to tell how lost and helpless Summer felt with Maxim Sinclair.
