CHAPTER 16: CHAPTER 16: A CHANCE ENCOUNTER

As soon as Stella Monroe left, Henry Stanton couldn’t help but ask Summer Monroe, "Sadie, Dad’s asking you, how did you meet Young Master Knight? Are you close?"

Henry Stanton had wanted to ask for a long time but feared Summer would think he was trying to take advantage of her, so he held back.

But now, it seemed that this child is incredibly naive and would never suspect him of being a bad father.

So he figured he could just ask whatever he wanted to know directly.

Just as he expected, Summer answered without suspicion, "Young Master and I don’t really know each other. I just ran into a maritime accident on my way home and happened to come across him. He was injured, so I found some herbs to treat his wounds. Later, his people found us and brought me back along the way."

Summer deliberately glossed over the part about undressing to keep warm and only mentioned treating his injuries, not that she actually saved Damian Knight’s life.

Henry Stanton felt both disappointed and pleased after hearing this.

Disappointed that Summer wasn’t romantically entangled with Damian Knight as he had imagined.

Pleased that Summer helped Damian Knight, which meant that Young Master Knight owed his family a favor!

A favor from the Knight Family! That’s worth more than the most expensive jewels!

"Good! Very good! Sadie, you truly are my daughter!"

The way Henry Stanton looked at Summer was as if she was the most precious treasure in the world.

Summer, looking innocent and oblivious, gave Henry a simple smile and focused on her meal.

The next day quickly came, and the group of four set off from Crestfall to Meridian.

During the journey, Summer and Clarissa Stanton sat together in the back seat.

Clarissa was wearing the Royal Coffee Academy uniform, her makeup seamlessly applied, emanating the aura of a noble lady.

In contrast, the clothes Stella prepared for Summer were much simpler, and no one attended to her makeup, leaving her completely bare-faced, with her hair tied up in a simple bun, resembling a high school student.

But even so, her impeccable features still captivated, making her look pure and clean, like a blooming lily, inviting admiration but making people hesitate to pick her.

True beauty is not about making men want to possess her, but making them wonder if they are worthy of her.

Originally, Clarissa thought her six-figure makeup was flawless today, but upon seeing Summer, she felt like just a green leaf meant to highlight Summer.

Clarissa clenched her fists tightly in frustration, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

"Ahem!" Stella, seated in the front, coughed twice.

Clarissa snapped out of her annoyance as if waking from a dream.

What good is Summer’s beauty? She’s just a vase meant for admiration. Clarissa considered herself the one truly worthy of being married into a prestigious family and not just played with.

Clarissa forced herself to stay calm and squeezed out a smile as she said to Summer, "Sister, I’ve never had the chance to apologize to you, now I finally do... I’m sorry, Sister, I shouldn’t have been so childish and done such things. I hope you can forgive me."

Summer guessed that Clarissa must’ve been coached by Stella to say this.

Childish tantrum?

No child throwing a tantrum would think of killing someone.

But Summer maintained a considerate demeanor, gently taking Clarissa’s hand and saying, "Good sister, you don’t need to say any more. It’s all in the past, and we’re family. No need to apologize."

Clarissa’s hand was held tightly by Summer, making it hard to shake off, yet not shaking it off felt disgusting.

All she could do was suppress her displeasure and force a rigid smile.

The apparent reconciliation of the two daughters made Henry Stanton quite pleased.

The journey from Crestfall to Meridian required a flight, and Henry had booked economy class tickets.

As per the rules, first-class passengers boarded first.

Summer trailed behind, following Henry as they moved forward.

Just before boarding, Henry suddenly stopped, looked in a direction, and delightfully called out, "Young Master?"

Clarissa did not expect to encounter Damian Knight at the airport and instantly put on a shy face, intentionally coughing twice to draw Damian’s attention towards her.

Damian Knight was mid-way through listening to his assistant report on project progress when he was unexpectedly interrupted, causing him to frown displeasedly at Henry Stanton.

Seeing Henry and the forward-pushing Clarissa, Damian’s eyes briefly showed displeasure and confusion, his expression silently asking, "Who are you?"

Henry awkwardly touched his nose, surprised that Damian didn’t recognize him.

Clarissa was even more frustrated.

How many times has it been now? And Damian still doesn’t recognize her! Is his memory really that bad?

In truth, Damian possessed an exceptional memory, but he only remembered people and things worth remembering.

For those who were irrelevant, he wasted no mental energy or time.

As for Summer, she also noticed Damian but felt no desire to greet him.

They were merely passing acquaintances, not worth disturbing each other.

Seeing that Summer, this foolish girl, didn’t seize the chance to greet him, Henry had to introduce himself, "I’m Henry Stanton, Young Master. You attended my daughter’s birthday party just a few days ago."

Damian’s mind raced, but having attended four birthday parties that week, he still couldn’t match faces to names.

Noticing Damian still not remembering, Henry hurriedly pushed aside the forward Clarissa and pulled forward Summer, who stood at the back, saying, "Young Master, even if you don’t remember me, surely you recall my daughter?"

Earlier, Summer had been intentionally or unintentionally blocked by Stella, and only now did Damian see her.

She was dressed like an ordinary student, totally different from the rest of her family, seemingly from another class.

Damian’s eyebrows raised slightly, wanting to gauge Summer’s reaction, he asked, "I’m sorry, my memory isn’t great. Miss, who might you be?"

Summer was slightly surprised. Did Damian not even remember her?

But after the initial surprise, there was no further ripple in her heart.

She calmly replied, "Young Master, important people tend to forget easily. It’s normal you don’t remember me. We won’t disturb you, Dad, let’s go."

Hearing this, Henry couldn’t linger any longer, gloomily heading towards the boarding gate.

What on earth! His eldest daughter is utterly useless when it comes to attracting men!

Dull-witted!

The more Henry thought about it, the angrier he got, quickening his pace as he walked.

Stella and Clarissa, seeing Henry in this state, felt secretly delighted.

Now, Henry wouldn’t treat Summer like a prized possession, would he?

Stella followed Henry forward.

But Clarissa, in her good mood, couldn’t help flaunting again.

She couldn’t resist whispering to Summer as they walked, "Oh my, dear sister, I thought you had an unusual relationship with Young Master Knight, but it turns out he doesn’t even remember you. Don’t be upset, like you said, important people tend to forget easily. It’s normal he doesn’t remember someone from the countryside."

Clarissa deliberately emphasized "from the countryside," hoping to see Summer show a frustrated expression.

If Summer got mad, she would be happy!