Seemingly not interested in talking about the issue, he took out his business card and handed it to Summer before she could finish her speech, "This is my phone number. Call me when you think it through."

Without another word, Summer took out her cell phone and turned it on. She fled like that yesterday. Would those men go to her home?

As soon as the phone was on, a call came in.

"Summer, you finally turned on the phone. Hurry up! Come to the hospital, Newlife Hospital!" Cecilia Craig shouted anxiously.

Losing no time, she panicked and grasped Howard's arm for help, "Go… to Newlife Hospital, please."

"Turn around." Howard frowned.

Outside the door of the intensive care unit at Newlife Hospital.

Through the window on the door, Summer saw Susan Ford who threatened her to get married with a knife to pay off the debt.

Now, the woman was on a ventilator, her whole body full of intubation tubes. Bruises were all over her face and forehead, and she was on a drip.

"What happened?"

"Yesterday, you didn't appear at the wedding, and your parents… hit the road. Then they found the gang catching up. Your father accelerated… and the car overturned…" Cecilia recounted intermittently in a sobbing voice.

"Where… is my dad?"

"Dead… on the spot."

Before she could feel sad, Cecilia had the jitters while handing a pile of bills to her.

Over 60,000 yuan!

Summer held the bills at a loss.

"Need any help?" Howard looked at her playfully and curled up his lips.

"M… Mr. Tran, could… you lend me 100,000 yuan?"

"I am a businessman rather than a philanthropist." Howard bowed his head slightly and curled up his mouth to smile.

"I can write a receipt. I…"

Summer realized that it was blunt to borrow money from a man she just knew for one day.

Besides, given the nature of a businessman, how would he make such a high-risk, bleeding deal?

Unable to find better ground to convince Howard, she just stood there awkwardly.

"Mr. Tran, it's time for us to go to the airport." The assistant came out of the doctor's office and reminded him in a low voice.

"A piece of advice, consider my offer from yesterday." Following his cold words, Howard walked away.

"How is her mother?" As soon as they left the hospital, Howard frowned.

"Excessive blood loss, intracranial hemorrhage, multi-organ infection, currently in a severe coma. According to Dr. Holt… her chance of revival is close to zero." Mark Hughes weighed his choices of words and replied in a low voice.

"Don't tell her about the latter part and let her mother rest in the ward." Howard pursed his lips and looked a bit upset.

"Well… should we arrange a VIP ward for Miss Pratt's mother?" The assistant ventured to ask.

"That won't be necessary."

Staying in the hospital, Summer looked at the medical bills without a way out. The words Howard left before his departure reverberated in her head.

Did she have no choice but accept his offer?

So far, except for he didn't lend her the money, the man did not annoy her.

But it was really hard to convince herself to give up Lodge, the man she had been admiring for six years.

In the VIP lounge of the airport, Howard tapped the table with his fingers casually.

After quite a while, he crooked his finger toward the assistant standing on the side.

"Mr. Tran…"

"Tell the gang that I take a liking to Summer, so don't ask for trouble." Howard took a drug from the cigarette and said blandly.

"Yes, sir… what about the hospital…"

"Let it be." Howard took a glance at his assistant and stubbed out the cigarette.