The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 113: Are You Kidding Me?

"I..."

"Summer, in front of me, you don’t have to pretend to be so strong..." Damian Knight said, suddenly realizing that what he said was a bit uncharacteristic, quickly adding, "In front of me, even pretending is pointless, no one’s disguise can escape my eyes. So, you might as well save your efforts."

Summer was a bit moved by Damian Knight at first, but now her expression turned cold: "Thank you for helping me save energy, but I’m really not upset."

She never told others about her vulnerabilities.

Damian Knight gave her a deep look, feeling some inexplicable frustration inside.

He was about to speak when the door was knocked on again.

"Shh." Damian Knight made a gesture for silence.

Summer understood and hid back into the bedroom.

But just as she entered, she heard Damian Knight say, "Come out, one of our own."

Summer quickly pushed the door and returned to the living room, only to see the man with glasses she had seen before at the Kingston Family standing in the living room, holding a tissue wrapped around Henry Stanton’s hair.

The man picked it up, sniffed it, and wrinkled his nose, saying, "Why does it smell?"

Summer’s face flushed; she had placed it under her shoe, so naturally it had some smell...

Just as she awkwardly didn’t know how to explain, Damian Knight calmly said, "Your cleanliness is too severe, I just held it for a few minutes. If it has a smell... it’s probably my body scent."

Summer’s expression froze: "..."

Isaac Ross didn’t think much, put the paper wad into his pocket, then his eyes landed on Summer, paused for a few seconds, then looked at Damian Knight, who was wrapped only in a towel, with some surprise in his eyes.

"What are you two...?"

"A bit of personal business, need to keep it from some people."

"So it seems this lady needs a DNA test." Isaac Ross reached out to Summer: "I’ll need a strand of your hair too."

Summer immediately plucked a strand of her own hair and handed it to Isaac Ross.

Isaac Ross took a piece of paper, wrapped the hair in it, then looked at Damian Knight and said, "That guy at the hospital... tried all kinds of therapies, still not working. The doctor says he has severe post-traumatic stress disorder, very complicated to treat, will take at least a year."

"A year?" Damian Knight’s brow immediately furrowed, saying, "That’s too long, we can’t wait."

At this moment, Summer stepped forward and asked: "Post-traumatic stress disorder?"

Summer’s sudden question made Isaac Ross a little displeased, pushing up his glasses.

To him, women were trouble.

But since Summer was Damian Knight’s friend, he had a bit more patience with her than with other women.

However, because the other two guys at the hospital had been arguing with Summer several times today, giving him a headache, he was somewhat impatient with her.

"Our private matter, Miss Monroe should not..."

Isaac Ross’s words were interrupted by Damian Knight raising his hand.

Isaac Ross was puzzled, only to hear Damian Knight look at Summer and ask: "You know about post-traumatic stress disorder?"

Summer nodded, saying: "Post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as PTSD. I’ve had some friends abroad... actually, a couple, who have been researching it. They’ve been looking into traditional medicine treatments for it. In my free time, I follow them, learning a bit here and there." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Isaac Ross asked in shock: "This is a mental disorder, using traditional medicine? Are you kidding?"