Chapter 201: No Place Left for Her

Summer frowned, thinking she must have misheard. Suicide? Leona was worried Summer wouldn't believe her, so she explained it in detail.

“It’s true. Mr. and Mrs. Stewart have been arguing a lot recently. This morning, they had a huge fight. Afterward, Mrs. Stewart didn’t say a word—she just went into the bedroom by herself. She was in there for a long time. It wasn’t until we were cleaning that we found her in the bathroom. She’d cut her wrists. If we hadn’t found her in time, she would’ve lost too much blood.”

That’s when Summer realized how serious things were. Julia was the kind of high-society woman who didn’t even do cleaning, and she was terrified of pain. If she went that far, something truly devastating must have happened.

Summer glanced at the towering Graham Group headquarters just ahead of her. After a moment of hesitation, she turned the wheel and headed in the opposite direction.

Thirty minutes later, Summer arrived at the Stewarts’ mansion. After getting out of the car, she went straight through the living room and up to Julia’s bedroom. She pushed open the bedroom door. Julia was lying in bed. She looked completely washed out, her lips bone white, like she’d aged ten years in a single night. The slash on her wrist was right there—raw, red, and impossible to ignore. Two family doctors were giving her an IV.

Summer walked over. One of the doctors filled her in. “Mrs. Stewart attempted suicide by cutting her wrists. Thankfully, we found her in time. If we hadn’t, she wouldn’t have survived today.”

Summer stared at Julia. “Alright. You two can leave.”

Julia was lying in bed, her eyes blank and empty, nothing behind them. It was like all the life had drained out of her. And then, when she heard Summer’s voice, her eyelashes twitched, and almost instantly, tears welled up and spilled down her face. Seeing her like this, Summer couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy. She sat down on the stool next to the bed.

“What happened?” she asked quietly.

When Julia heard that question, she went from quietly sobbing to crying uncontrollably. She was crying so hard she couldn’t speak. Summer reached out, wanting to offer some comfort, but her hand froze in the air.

After everything—years of cold shoulders and distance from Julia—

Chapter 201: No Place Left for Her (Continued)

After crying for a while, Julia glanced up at the papers in Summer’s hand. Her eyes swollen and red, she rasped out, “That’s the divorce agreement Jasper gave me. That bastard transferred all my shares, property, and assets behind my back.”

Summer flipped to another page—there was a DNA report. Julia’s voice cracked as she burst out, “As if that wasn’t enough—he… he lied to me. Harvey—Harvey’s not even mine. He’s that mistress’s kid!” She started beating her chest, sobbing harder. “I’m such an idiot. I spoiled another woman’s son and daughter like they were my own—while pushing away my real daughter. Someone like me… I don’t deserve to live. Summer… I’m sorry, I really am. Let me die!”

From her broken, scattered words, Summer finally pieced everything together. So this all started the last time Jasper wanted her to use her connections to get to Fraser. She didn’t play along—and that pushed him over the edge. And he took it out on Julia. He even started bringing the other woman into the Stewart house, over and over, like it was nothing. Julia couldn’t take it and ended up getting into a fight with the mistress. But that woman, full of herself because of Jasper’s favoritism, didn’t back down at all. In fact, she straight-up said Harvey was her own biological son.

Julia couldn’t handle it. She had it investigated, and when she saw the truth, she lost it. She tried to confront Jasper. But Jasper didn’t care anymore. These days, Jasper had no use for the Chapman family. He’d lost all patience with Julia. He slammed the divorce papers down and made it clear—he was cutting her off and kicking her out with nothing.

Even though Summer had long stopped caring about the Stewart family, hearing all of this now made her furious. Jasper was beyond shameless. Julia kept crying, losing control more with each word. Still in tears, she tried to climb out of bed, wanting to drop to the floor in front of Summer and beg her to forgive her. Then, completely overwhelmed, she suddenly grabbed a sharp object from the room and tried to end her life again.

The family doctor heard the noise and rushed in, immediately giving her another sedative. Summer told them to take good care of her. She slowly walked out of the bedroom. Standing at the door, she looked back at Julia lying on the bed, completely lifeless. Her emotions were tangled—heavy and hard to describe.

At the door, she ran into Harvey, who had just come back from outside. Harvey glanced into the bedroom, his expression cold and unreadable. With a trace of disgust, he said, “This is pathetic. Since Julia raised me, I’ll turn a blind eye this time. But once she’s done with her breakdown, you need to take her somewhere else. If she wants to die, fine—but not in this house.”