<b>Chapter </b><b>384 </b>


    Summer <b>had </b>thought that the personing out of the house was a member of the Davis <b>family</b>, but much to her surprise, it turned out to be the neighbor from next door. <b>She </b>knew the neighbor, so when she saw the figure emerging, a hint of disappointment <b>flickered </b>in Summer’s eyes.


    The neighbor nced at Summer, not immediately recognizing her, and simply took out her keys to unlock the door. Her hand paused as she stepped inside, preparing to close the door. She took another look at Summer, who clearly seemed to be waiting for someone, and then spoke up, “Are you looking for the Davis family?”


    Summer turned around, acknowledging the neighbor with a nod.


    “Hey, are you rted to them? They moved out a while back and don’t live here anymore,” the neighbor volunteered the information.


    Summer’s eyes widened in disbelief. “They don’t live here anymore?”


    The neighbor recognized Summer’s voice and eximed, “Oh, you’re Summer, right?”


    Summer, who was too flustered to care about anything else, quickly asked, “Marian, your said my folks moved out. Do you know where they went?”


    Marian, the neighbor, shook her head. “I’m afraid I don’t know that.”


    There was a brief pause before Marian asked, seemingly offhand, “They moved and didn’t tell you?”


    Summer’s grip tightened, and she was grateful for the mask on her face, shielding her embarrassment. Her voice came out hoarse, “They might have just forgotten with the busyness and all.”


    Marian had only heard snippets about the Davis family’s mix–up with their daughter and found it odd they wouldn’t inform their once–imed child of their move. “You might want to give your folks a call,” Marian suggested.


    After a difficult swallow, Summer mustered a nod and thanked her neighbor.


    Marian soon closed the door, leaving Summer to slump against the wall, sliding down until she was hugging her knees. Marian’s words echoed in her head.


    Her adoptive parents had moved. They had left without a phone call or a message.


    Summer bit her lip, frustration, and resentment toward Delh and Shawn welling up inside her. Even if they didn’t want to share their new address, the least they could do was tell her they were moving, right?


    Did they not consider that their daughter of over a decade might’ve wanted to visit? To move so abruptly, so eager to sever ties <b>– </b>didn’t it seem cruel?


    <b>11-201 </b>


    Summer felt like a punchline. Her biological <b>parents</b>‘ affection was tied to the <b>prestige </b><b>she </b>brought them. <b>And </b><b>her </b>adoptive parents? Since Mirabe’s return, it was all about shy cars and fancy houses. Summer felt like she meant nothing.


    She <b>checked </b>her phone again – no calls, no messages. With a self–deprecating twist of her lips, she pushed herself up and headed towards the elevator.


    After picking up Mirabe from school, Delh didn’t head straight home. Instead, she took her daughter out for dinner.


    Her friends had been eager to meet her daughter, but Delh had been too busy with the renovations of the new house. Now that everyone was gathering, it was the perfect opportunity to bring Mirabe along.


    Summer’s call hade when Delh was busy catching up with her friends. Her phone was buried in her bag, unheard.


    After dinner, Delh declined her friends‘ invitation to go karaoke, opting instead to drive. home with her daughter.


    On their way, Mirabe, who was engrossed in a game sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly received a call from Wyatt.