The doctor bandaged Summer Sutton and treated her wound, then quietly left the room.

For a moment, only Manuel Ink and Summer Sutton were left in the room.

Summer Sutton lowered her face, staring at her injured ankle.

How many days would it take before she could return home in this condition?

This time, when Summer Sutton went abroad, she didn’t even tell Adrian Walyon; she sneaked out on her own.

If she only stayed away for a day or two, it would be fine, but if she stayed out for more than a week, she guessed that once Adrian Walyon noticed she was gone, he would definitely look for her everywhere.

How worried would he be if he couldn’t find her?

As Summer Sutton pondered, her mind became somewhat muddled.

In a place like the Ink Family’s, even the big garden outside was equipped with an infrared surveillance system. When Summer Sutton first arrived here, both the driver and the Ink Family servants warned her not to enter casually.

As soon as her phone came here, it lost signal.

From the moment she entered the garden yesterday until now, her phone had no signal the entire time.

She knew for sure that this was because the Inks had somehow managed their home’s communication network.

Without a way to contact Adrian Walyon, as he continued searching, what should she do?

At this moment, Summer Sutton couldn’t find any other solution and could only hope that Adrian Walyon would realize she was gone later, just before she returned.

Outside, Old Master Ink was pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing into the room.

Manuel Ink didn’t care about his own injury at all. He seemed inwardly unbalanced, wanting to attract his attention; while Old Master was pacing outside, Manuel cried out a few times in pain, "Ouch, ouch."

He yelled miserably, hoping to gain Manuel Ink’s sympathy. To his surprise, Manuel Ink glanced outside and replied directly, "Stop pretending, your acting is terrible."

Old Master’s expression instantly froze.

He gritted his teeth, cursing Manuel Ink in his heart.

This brat!

Instead of leaving, Old Master Ink simply pushed the door open and walked in.

He cast a slight glance at Summer Sutton and then mocked Manuel Ink, "Aren’t you still alive? Why are you still hanging around here? What’s wrong? Worried after one little fall?"

He spoke so bluntly, without fear of causing embarrassment.

Summer Sutton felt he misunderstood something and raised her face to explain, "Grandpa Ink, you’re overthinking."

What did Manuel Ink have to be worried about her for?

"What is it then?" Old Master Ink snorted, assuming there was nothing he couldn’t see through.

His question left Summer Sutton dumbfounded.

She actually didn’t know why Manuel Ink was being so nice to her either...

She turned her face slightly, quietly observing Manuel Ink.

Manuel Ink’s face was emotionless, and he calmly stood up, tidying his clothes. He pushed Old Master towards the door, "Aren’t you worried about your plane crash? Why not go check on it?"

"Oh right, the plane! Yes, the plane is the most important!" reminded by him, Old Master Ink dashed downstairs. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Just after descending the stairs, maybe hearing a report from a servant, the wailing sound was audible several floors up, "Oh no, my plane! How did it end up destroyed like this! That was my lifeblood!"

Summer Sutton quietly listened to the wailing downstairs, her lips twitching slightly.

When she first came here, she thought the Inks would be terrifying.

However, after spending just a day with them, she found this old gentleman rather endearing.