Harry’s breath hitched. He had a hunch about what Summer was going to say.

“She asked someone to chop off my finger, and she flushed my finger together with the ring into the toilet. Then, she told me that I won’t have the chance to wear any wedding rings ever again,” she smirked.

Harry felt suffocated after knowing what happened to Summer’s finger.

He was filled with anger and guilt. He was angry at Joyce’s actions toward her sister, and he was guilty that he didn’t save her when he had the chance.

He could have found something suspicious if he had tried to find out about Summer’s encounter. Still, he had deliberately told everyone not to mention anything about her in front of him.

Even though Harry was angry at Summer’s betrayal, he didn’t want any of this to happen to her.

Summer waved her hand in front of Harry’s face to let him get a clear view.

“Do you still think that I should admit that I’m mentally ill and that Joyce did everything to cure me? Do you still want me to cla