CHAPTER 299: CHAPTER 299: YOU’RE SO KIND

Damian Knight’s lips curved into a slight arc, and he said, "It’s not just finding out the cause of your mother’s death that can crush him. Think about it, what does he care about the most?"

Summer Monroe was silent for two seconds before suddenly speaking, "Money!"

"Exactly." Damian Knight raised an eyebrow and said, "You should focus on your studies and look for your biological father. I’ll find an opportunity to make the Stanton Group’s stock market crash."

"Thank you..." Summer couldn’t help but express her gratitude.

But the next instant, her lips were blocked by Damian Knight’s index finger.

His fingertips had a faint tobacco scent, yet it wasn’t unpleasant.

Only to hear Damian Knight say, "I don’t want to hear that. In the future, I want to hear... Damian Knight, you’re really nice."

Summer frowned and turned away from Damian Knight’s finger.

"What’s this strange preference of yours?"

Damian Knight raised his head, "I’ve always had strange preferences. Stop talking nonsense and say it quickly!"

Summer pouted, "Damian Knight, you’re really... nice."

She said it awkwardly, and Damian Knight shook his finger, "Not good enough, say it again in one go."

For some reason, Damian Knight kept emphasizing it, and Summer felt a bit uncomfortable inside.

She looked away, staring at her toes, and after a few seconds managed to muster, "Damian Knight, you’re really nice."

Seeing her ears slightly red, Damian Knight finally nodded with satisfaction and said, "Once I get everything arranged, you can focus on settling in. If you have any issues with your studies, come to me at any time."

"It’s alright." Summer shook her head and said, "I’ve already earned my Ph.D. abroad, but not under this identity, so it doesn’t matter what I study domestically."

"It might not matter to you, but it does to me. Since you’re married to me, I must give you the best."

Damian Knight looked at her steadily, with an affectionate light in his eyes, and quietly said—

"How about this, I’ll find an excuse to help you get into Crestfall University later. Your mother happened to graduate from there, and she did spend some time teaching as an adjunct at Crestfall University. Maybe you can truly find your biological father there."

Summer bit her lip, nodded, and said, "Tha..."

"Hmm?" Damian Knight raised his eyebrows, interrupting her, "What did I just say?"

Summer had to change her words, "Damian Knight, you’re really nice. Is that okay? Can we go downstairs for dinner now? Henry Stanton gave me numerous reminders to take good care of you."

Damian Knight looked satisfied, rolled down his sleeves, stood up, and said, "Let’s go, wife, time to eat downstairs."

As he spoke, he naturally placed his arm around Summer’s shoulders.

Summer’s back stiffened, instinctively wanting to push Damian Knight away.

She only heard Damian Knight say, "What? Not going to play the part all the way?"

Summer muttered, "Henry Stanton isn’t home right now..."

Damian Knight glanced sideways at her, "Are you sure there’s no one here who’ll report to him?"

Summer reluctantly retracted her hand that was pushing against Damian Knight, and under his "encouragement," the two of them went downstairs hand in hand.

Dinner was already set on the table, as lavish as ever with all sorts of dishes.

Halfway through their meal, Damian Knight suddenly received a phone call.

After hanging up, he turned to Summer and said, "Coralie Hughes went to the hospital."

"What’s wrong with her?"

"You should be asking which hospital I went to."

Summer cooperated by asking, "Which hospital?"

"The hospital your aunt is in."

Summer’s eyelid twitched; isn’t that a psychiatric hospital?

She quickly understood and said, "If I were her, I’d have to go too."