Summer Lowell shook her head self-deprecatingly, glaring at her so-called biological father, and couldn't help but laugh aloud, "Do you think by doing this, your son will be safe and sound?"
"Naturally, President Huxley promised us as much."
"How ridiculous!"
"Summer, do you think Maxim Sinclair will come to rescue you?" Justin Huxley, who had been watching from the sidelines, stepped forward slowly, "You overestimate his patience. You challenged his limits again and again. From what I know of him, how could he possibly come to save you again?"
Summer's eyes lowered, unable to ignore the pain in her heart.
Yes, she had repeatedly gone against him, even ignoring his kind advice.
It would be strange if Maxim Sinclair could tolerate her any longer.
At this point, she had only herself to blame for everything.
