To Love a Shadow To Be the Sun novel Chapter 143

Rose wiped away her tears.

"That troublemaker… Even at death's door, she still won't behave. Is she keeping herself alive on spite alone?"

Elara narrowed her eyes. "She's not trying to stay alive—she's just in a hurry to die."

"Take good care of Grandpa."

Avoiding Rose, she headed downstairs and out to the garden to make her call.

Elara's car was still at the hospital, so Summer had to take her brother's car home.

She'd barely pulled out of the parking lot when her phone started ringing.

The distraction was all it took—bang!

The front of her car kissed the side of another.

The other car looked fine, but her bumper was crumpled.

Even so, the shock left her too rattled to get out. Instead, she picked up the still-ringing phone, her voice shaking: "Charlie, this is all your fault—I answered your call, got distracted, and now I've hit someone's car!"

Charles paused on the line. "There's insurance, it's fine. Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay. But the other car is… a Lincoln L5."

Charles went silent.

Summer added quietly, "A custom model."

"Oh, I see. Well, from this moment on, you're no longer my sister. Once you've paid off the damages, we'll talk."

With that, Charles hung up.

The other driver, seeing she wasn't getting out, knocked on her window.

"Sir, I didn't mean to," Summer stammered, too nervous to move. Everyone knew only a certain kind of person drove an L5—people you really didn't want to cross. Summer would rather die than get out of the car.

The driver sighed and called over a "junior manager" from the passenger seat.

The man came over, peered through the window, and did a double take when he saw her.

The man calmly pocketed the bag. "And your eyes are sharper than a DNA sequencer now?"

The secretary wisely fell silent.

—

That evening, the local trending topics once again thrust the Vincent family into the spotlight.

But this time, the center of the storm was Nanette, self-styled society queen and honorary president of half a dozen ladies' associations.

Her public résumé was impressive: economics graduate from a prestigious university; first husband, an educator, died by suicide; married into wealth with her daughter from her first marriage, supported her husband and his family, and raised Brian—a business magnate in his own right.

For years, Nanette was the envy of Kingston City's high society.

But tonight's exposé didn't just knock her off her pedestal—it buried her in scandal.

A few gossip bloggers dug up everything: her old middle school diploma, her ex-husband's sordid past as a gambling addict, even photos of her working in a massage parlor—some of them "extra-dedicated" shots with clients.

And they made sure to note: all the evidence is verified, so don't bother suing.