Yara Keats looked at Summer Thorne as if she had just heard something absurd. "You think Grandfather is the one trying to harm him, yet it never occurs to you that you're the one dragging him to ruin?"
At her words, Summer Thorne simply watched her in silence, staring until Yara Keats's expression faltered slightly. "What are you looking at?"
Only then did Summer Thorne offer a faint smile and say, "He's meticulously attentive to you, doing his best to give you everything you want. He never forces his own will on you. On the other hand, Mr. York disregards your wishes. He knows you despise me, yet he still made you come pick me up... Between the two of them, who do you think truly cherishes you?"
After hearing this, Yara Keats's expression turned cold once more.
She stared at Summer Thorne for a long while before finally speaking. "I've always known you have a way with words, Miss Thorne."
