Unfortunately, it happened to be the same hospital where Peyton was admitted.
Peyton had deliberately lured her into her hospital room.
And just as planned, Peyton suddenly collapsed to the floor.
Right at that moment, Trevor walked in.
The room was a mess, and Peyton was lying on the ground, teary-eyed and fragile.
Trevor’s brows furrowed. He rushed forward, shoving Summer aside to pick Peyton up.
Summer staggered back, her arm slamming against the wall.
She heard a sharp crack from her wrist, pain shooting through her body. Cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
She gritted her teeth. “I didn’t push her. Peyton did this on purpose.”
Trevor’s expression was ice-cold. “Summer, do you hear yourself? She just fell on her own? Do you think that’s funny? How could you be so cruel? She’s sick, and you still have to bully her?”
At that moment, the man she had loved for five years felt like a complete stranger.
Then Peyton, still nestled in Trevor’s arms, sobbed pitifully.
“It hurts… It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have upset Summer. Trevor, don’t be mad at her. It’s all my fault…”
Trevor stood up, his voice leaving no room for argument.
“Apologize. Apologize to Peyton.”
Summer’s eyes burned with tears. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m not apologizing.”
She turned and ran.
Because if she stayed any longer, she would break down in front of them.
Her wrist, which should have healed in a week, ended up fractured and took two months to recover.
And in the end, it was Jasper who dragged her to Trevor to apologize.
Back then, Summer had loved Trevor so much that she had no dignity left.
Even though his distrust and accusations had shattered her heart, what she feared most was that he would leave her.
So when Jasper suggested taking her to Trevor to make amends, she agreed.
Like a fool, she followed Jasper to see Trevor, thinking it would fix everything.
Jasper had said all the right things, apologizing on her behalf, brushing off her behavior as a moment of childish stubbornness.
Trevor glanced at her, his expression unreadable.
“Come here.”
Summer’s eyes welled up as she slowly stepped forward.
Trevor pulled her into his arms, his grip firm around her waist.
“Be good. Don’t throw tantrums like this again. I don’t like women who take my affection for granted.” His voice was low. “Summer, I only feel responsible for Peyton.
Stop getting jealous over nothing.”
Thinking back on it now, Summer wanted to slap her past self.
How had she been so blind?
How had she let love turn her into a fool, believing that Trevor was everything she needed?
Summer forced herself to refocus.
The most important thing right now was finding Fraser and securing the investment.
After thinking for a moment, she called Yvette Landon – one of the biggest stars in the entertainment industry and her longtime best friend.
Their friendship was born from shared misfortune.
Both had grown up in broken homes.
Yvette’s mother, Mandy, had been vicious.
She favored her son and treated Yvette like she was worthless, often beating her in the streets, stripping her down to humiliate her.
Mandy had even tried to sell Yvette off to a seventy-year-old man for a fourteen-thousand-dollar dowry – just to pay for her brother’s wedding.
Yvette had refused. She ran away.
That was how she was discovered by a talent scout and ended up in the entertainment industry.
At one point, she had even tried to convince Summer to enter the business with her.
With Summer’s looks, she could’ve been just as successful.
Back then, Yvette had clenched her jaw and declared, “Once I make it big, once I have money, I won’t have to live by anyone’s rules. Summer, we have to be the masters of our own lives. The day I have power, if anyone lays a hand on me again, I’ll beat them to death myself.”
But Summer had just been reunited with the Stewart family.
There was no way they’d let their daughter become a public figure.
Now, three years later, Yvette had gone from playing supporting roles to leading her own films.
People like them – who had clawed their way up from the bottom – once given a chance, once truly awakened, would always become the main character of their own lives.
Summer, on the other hand, had not.
And Yvette never let her live it down.
“You’re different from me,” she would always say. “You still have delusions about love and family. Me? I gave up on all that a long time ago. That’s why I’m ruthless. You’re not.”
The call connected. Yvette’s assistant picked up first and asked her to hold.
A moment later, a sultry, teasing voice came through the phone.
“I just wrapped up filming. Summer, dinner tonight? Haven’t seen you in ages – I miss you to death.”
Summer couldn’t help but smile. Yvette was stunning and had first gained fame playing vicious villainesses.
“If I go out with you now, I’d have to cover my face.”
“Pfft, that just means I’m famous as hell.”
“Sure, sure, big star.”
Summer got to the point. “Yvette, do you know anyone who has a connection to Fraser or a way to get in touch with him?”
“You’re looking for Fraser? Havenbrook’s Bossman?”
“Yeah.”
Yvette tapped her nails against something, thoughtful. “I’d love to meet him myself. If the Graham family invested in one of my films, I could go international overnight. But the second female lead in my current project, Amelia, always brags about him on set. She’s from some noble family and keeps name-dropping him.”
Yvette continued, “I remember her saying that Mr. Graham goes to Skycrest Villa a lot.”
“Skycrest Villa… the one at the top of North Hill?”
North Hill was lined with luxury estates, but there was only one villa above the halfway point – Skycrest Villa.
Everyone in Havenbrook knew that entire area belonged to the Graham family.
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