"Harry, it's not what you think. You saw the diagnosis report that labeled Summer as mentally ill too back then. You even said it was best for her to receive long-term treatment in the hospital," Joyce hastily explained.

"Yes, I did say that," Harry muttered, his eyes devoid of any emotion as he stared at his wife. "Tell me, was Summer really mentally ill back then?"

Joyce's heart skipped a beat, almost leaping out of her throat. She gathered herself and replied with a calm voice, "Of course. There's no way it could be faked."

"Really?" His eyelashes trembled slightly as he closed his eyes, resting his head against the back of the car seat. "Get out of the car!"

"What?" Joyce was taken aback.

"I said, get out of the car. I need some peace and quiet." As he said that, the car stopped.

Joyce's eyes widened in disbelief. "You... You want me to get out of the car? But there are a lot of reporters following us! If I get out of the car now, who knows what they'll say?!"

"I said, get o