Chapter 2 I'm Sorry

"You, stop saying nonsense..." Summer said helplessly.

"Nonsense?" The man sneered. "I raised you for 22 years. And throughout those years, you called me Dad. Although I am not your biological dad, you clearly know that I am not spewing out nonsense!"

He leaned close to Summer and spoke in a voice that was loud enough for Nick and the others to hear. "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The child of a disloyal woman will never be honest."

He looked down at Summer's belly and added, "I heard that you are pregnant? Nick, you are a doctor. Are you sure the baby is yours? I advise that you do check it first."

Summer couldn't help but glare. "Enough! That was the matter of the last generation. I can't choose who my parents are."

"Shut up!" The man suddenly became furious. "How dare you claim that it has nothing to do with you! Didn't the two of you conspire against me for the Lin family's property? If I didn't found out, then you would have taken away the property that belongs to me. You are such an evil liar. What's your name? Summer Lin? How can you even inherit my surname?"

As the man got up to slap her across the face, she stepped back. She felt pain surge through her sprained ankle. She knew that she couldn't dodge the slap and waited for it to come. But it never came.

Nick reached out and grabbed the man's hand. With a gentle shake, the man stepped back a few steps. "Nick, don't you believe what I said?" The awkwardly man looked at Nick's parents. "You can investigate..."

"Enough. She is no longer your daughter. She is now my wife. How we are going to deal with her is a family matter. It has nothing to do with you. Mr. Lin, if you are here to celebrate, I would be very happy. But if you want to continue amusing the guests with your family scandal, then I will have to ask you to leave!" said Nick coldly.

The man gritted his teeth and spat, "If you believe this liar, sooner or later..." In a snap, several men in black suits standing beside Nick took a step forward and politely separated the man from their boss.

"Please go back and calm down, Mr. Lin." Nick straightened his collar. "You're getting old. If your mood fluctuates too much, then you'll end up suffering from a cardiovascular disease."

The man continued to curse while he was being dragged outside of the church. Nick turned his face and stared at his new wife. "What a wonderful scene, right?"

Summer's hands and feet were cold. "It has nothing to do with me. My child is indeed yours."

Nick placed his slender index finger against her tender lips. "Hush..." A myriad of emotions were dancing in his eyes. "Honey, we have time to prove it, right?"

His family members wanted to say something, but said nothing in the end. Nick simply smiled. She suddenly trembled all over. It had been twelve years, but she didn't know that the Nick she knew had such a horrible side.

In the blink of an eye, it was already dark. On their wedding night, she was locked in the hotel's presidential suite. Although the heater was on, she felt cold all over. There was nothing but a bottle of red wine soaked in an ice bucket on the table. It seemed that no one remembered that the bride was pregnant and hadn't eaten or drunk all day.

The hotel window was firmly locked. The magnificent room was like a cage and she was the lamb that was about to be slaughtered. She paced back and forth in the room. The door was suddenly unlocked. In surprise, she jumped up. When she looked back, she saw a silent child standing at the door and holding an album in her hands.

"Rain..." Her eyes turned red. She stretched out her arms and ran towards her favorite child. "I am here. Don't be afraid..."

The child stepped back. She vigilantly stared at Summer, who was standing in front of her. There was hatred looming in her big eyes.

Summer covered her mouth with her hand. The inexplicable sadness made her stop. How could she forget? She was Nick's child. Just like her father, Rain hated her for killing her mother. No matter how much she cared and loved her, she couldn't offset the hatred of killing her mother.

Tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry, Rain. Will you trust me? I really..." She trailed off. 'How do I explain? Tell her I didn't hurt her mother? Tell her I didn't have sex with her father? Tell her I'm not pregnant with her father's child?' All the explanations became useless when she faced reality.

With a bitter smile, Summer said, "Well, you can hate me if hating me will make you feel better..." She took out a tissue and gently wiped the stains on the child's face. "Where did you go and paint? Your face is so dirty."

The child quickly moved and slapped the tissue away from Summer's hand. Rain's eyes were full of tears, demonstrating the grievance of an autistic child, who felt deceived and used. She threw the album at Summer, turned around, and ran out of the suite.

"Rain!" When Summer was about to catch up with the girl, she twisted her ankle, and felt a sharp pain. The album fell on the floor and the paintings scattered all over. Under the girl's childish brush, there was a picture of Rain with a ponytail, her parents holding her hands, and even Summer, standing behind her.

The girl wrote, "Dad, Mom, and Miss Lin, my favorite teacher."

'Sorry, Rain...' Summer fell to the floor, the tears streaming down her face. If she didn't show up, would Rain's mother, who had been separated from Nick for many years, be in her position today and instead, become his wife?

They would be a perfect match. In their wedding, there would be lovely ring bearers and they would surely have a beautiful future.

She cried loudly and climbed to the edge of the table. She reached up and pulled bottle of red wine. The ice cubes scattered all over the floor. She raised her head and poured the cold wine down her throat.

If she could drink herself to death, then she would go to hell with her unborn child. They were not liked by others. What was the point of clinging to life?

She cried until got drunk. She then lay on the floor and slowly became unconscious.

"Nick, I'm going to climb up the tree and send the bird home," said a little girl.

"Summer, it's dangerous. I'll be the one to do it, okay?" Nick anxiously stood under the tree as he watched her climb up.

"I can do it myself," the little girl pouted. "Just catch me if I fall. I'm not afraid as long as you are here."