Predestined Marriage
Chapter 623 She Might Be Cured

The man handed Kate a cup of tea.

But Kate glared at him and said, "Give the tea to the guest."

The man did not say anything and placed the tea in front of Summer. "Please!"

"Thank you." Summer took the tea and thanked him. She held it in her hand, but she was looking around the room.

It was a three-storey house, not as spacious and exquisite as the villa in the city but it looked cozy.

Summer did not see any servant nor did she see Rosie.

Kate also looked completely different from before. Summer did not know what had happened to her, but it was definitely not a coincidence that Kate was here.

Summer was not anxious to ask.

After the man served them tea, he walked away and sat down on the sofa. He took out his phone and tapped on it. He seemed to be playing games.

Kate suddenly said, "Are you here for Rosie?"

Hearing this, Summer turned to look at her and said, "Is she here?"

"You replace this place but you don't know that Rosie is here?" Kate leaned leisurely against the sofa. Just as she was about to continue, she coughed violently. The man got upstairs and then went down.

He had a blanket in his hand.

He walked straight to Kate and threw the blanket to her.

Kate looked at him with dissatisfaction. She turned around and said what she wanted to say to Summer, "Rosie is indeed here, but you have to prepare yourself." "What's wrong with her?" Summer's heart suddenly sank, and her expression changed slightly. "Leonardo told me that Rosie was fine."

"You'll know when you see her." Kate glanced at her with an expression that was somewhat similar to Leonardo's.

After all, they were twins.

As Kate finished speaking, she stood up.

Summer knew that Kate was going to take her to see Rosie, so she followed suit.

When they went upstairs, Summer followed closely behind Kate and noticed that she was very skinny.

The baggy sweater she was wearing looked loose as Kate went upstairs.

Kate brought Summer to the second floor and stopped at the door to a room.

Summer was a little anxious. Seeing that Kate did not open the door, she reached out to push it.

However, Kate suddenly held her hand and stopped her.

Summer felt that her hand was so bony that it hurt hers.

However, Summer's heart was in anxiety. She did not think too much as her expression turned cold and she asked, "What do you mean?"

"Don't forget what I reminded you." Kate then let go of her hand.

The uneasiness and panic in Summer's heart reached its peak. Her body stiffened as she held the door handle.

She didn't even dare to open the door.

Kate repeatedly asked her to be prepared. She realized that Rosie's condition might not be that simple.

Kate did not try to persuade her, but quietly stepped aside to let Summer decide for herself.

Half a minute later, Summer mustered courage and opened the door.

The room was cozy and carpeted with plush.

Pink was everywhere and the room looked so adorable.

However, Summer looked around and did not see Rosie.

She took a step inside and called out, "Rosie?"

There was no response. She turned to look at Kate with suspicion.

Kate also looked inside and walked past her.

The bed in the room was laid horizontally, and Kate walked straight to it.

When she reached the bedside, she stopped and looked back at Summer, signaling her to go over.

Summer stood at the door, not daring to move.

Kate turned around and looked at the floor. She whispered, "Rosie, your mom is here."

Summer suddenly realized something and her eyes reddened.

She quickly walked over. She saw Rosie, who was in a pink sweater, leaning against the bed and fiddling with a small plastic bottle in her hand, as if she didn't notice them coming. Summer walked over and knelt down opposite Rosie. She gently called, "Rosie?"

Rosie was still fiddling with the bottle as if she hadn't heard her. She lowered her head and was lost in her own world.

"I'm Mom! Rosie, look at me!" Summer said as she reached out to hug her.

However, just as she touched Rosie, Rosie slapped her hand with great resistance.

Summer's hands froze in midair, and she looked at Rosie at a loss.

After Rosie slapped her hand off, she lowered her head to twiddle the bottle, completely undisturbed.

Summer's eyes turned sore. She looked back at Kate and said in a trembling voice, "Why... is this happening?"

Kate sighed, "She was like this when Leonardo sent her here, but her condition was unstable. She got better a few days ago, but it relapsed soon."

Summer looked at Rosie affectionately and murmured, "So when I came back, Leonardo promised me that I could see Rosie. But a few days later, he refused because it relapsed."

"But how can she be like this... Rosie ... used to be very lively..." Summer had a strangled feeling in her throat. It was so uncomfortable that she could hardly breathe.

Summer opened her mouth, raised her head and took deep breaths as she held back her tears.

"I've taken her to a doctor. Medicine was useless. Care is needed for mental illness. She might get well if she's given the right help."

"She might get well" meant she might not recover too.

Summer pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "Rosie will definitely be cured!"

Summer stayed Rosie in the room for a long time and tried to delight her, but Rosie did not speak to her. She just looked at her all the time.

However, it was better than ignoring her.

When it was dark, Summer was about to go downstairs to cook dinner.

Kate left the room to Summer and Rosie. When Summer went downstairs, she saw Kate lounge on the sofa in the hall, reading a recipe very attentively.

Hearing the footsteps, Kate turned her head and looked over, "How was she?"

"She didn't talk to me, but when I talked about interesting things, she looked at me." Summer smiled and said in a grateful tone.

Kate was silent for a moment and then said, "You have not much choice for dinner. I'm bad at cooking."

Summer was surprised. "You can cook?"