Chapter 97: The Beaumont Family’s Troubles Aren’t Her Problem

She fell into a panic as she clutched her severed arm, only to realize that there was nothing left to hold. Her face turned deathly pale, and tears streamed down her cheeks as she screamed in pain.

"You monster! How dare you do this to me?!" she shrieked at Archer, completely forgetting that she had been the one who attacked Summer first.

However, Archer didn’t even spare her a glance.

On the other side, Ilya immediately turned to Summer’s side and carefully examined her from head to toe to make sure she was unharmed.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice filled with concern as he gently held her shoulders.

Summer nodded. "I’m fine. You don’t have to worry."

"Why are you making so much noise?" Archer asked coldly.

He then turned to the security guards. "Call the guards immediately. Tell them that someone has attacked an SSS-Rank Guide while she is still sick and too weak to defend herself."

Archer made sure to emphasize the words SSS-Rank so that everyone understood how serious this matter was.

At that moment, Summer finally understood why Archer and Ilya hadn’t stopped Mrs. Beaumont from attacking her earlier.

They had deliberately let her make the first move so that anything they did afterward could be seen as self-defense.

Summer almost burst out laughing when she thought about it. The victim was sitting there perfectly fine, while the attacker was the one who had lost arms.

"I will remember this!" Mrs. Beaumont screamed at Summer. "Summer, I swear I will make sure you—"

"Make sure I what?" Summer cut her off with a raised eyebrow. "Kill me? Make my life miserable? Go ahead and try, but that is only if you can get out of prison first."

Mrs. Beaumont’s face twisted with rage as she tried to shout back, but before she could get another word out, one of the security guards covered her mouth with a piece of cloth.

"This is a medical ward, not a marketplace," the guard said impatiently. "People are trying to rest here, so please keep your voice down."

A moment later, the guards eventually dragged Mrs. Beaumont out of the room, ignoring her furious glares as she struggled against their grip.

Her muffled curses grew fainter until the door finally closed behind them, leaving the room peaceful for the first time since her arrival.

The senior nurse let out a sigh before turning to Summer and checking her condition again. "Are you sure you’re alright, Miss Beaumont? Do you feel any pain or discomfort now?" she asked with concern.

Summer shook her head. "I’m fine. I just want to get out of here as soon as possible."

The nurse checked her monitor one last time before giving her a nod. "Your condition seems stable, but please don’t push yourself too hard. You still need to get enough rest."

"I will," Summer replied with a sweet smile that made it hard for the nurse to scold her any further.

After the nurse left, Summer spent some time chatting with Archer and Ilya. The conversation was mostly casual, and for a while, she almost forgot about the unpleasant incident with Mrs. Beaumont.

However, their peaceful moment didn’t last long because Ilya’s phone suddenly buzzed, and when he glanced at the notification on the screen, his expression turned serious.

"Damn, they need me at the training ground," he muttered. He looked at Summer, then at Archer, clearly reluctant to leave her alone in the hospital.

"Go ahead," Archer said calmly. "I’ll stay with her."

Ilya looked at him for a moment before finally nodding. "Alright, but call me if anything happens."

"As if I can’t protect her myself," Archer replied.

Ilya ignored him, and then turned to Summer. "You should listen to the doctor and get some rest, alright?" He added, "Take some sweet treat or something after this."

Well, no wonder the two brothers hadn’t mentioned the earlier incident at all. It turned out they had been keeping quiet because they didn’t want to add to Summer’s stress.

"Alright," Summer finally said. "Just go ahead. We can have a video call later."

Ilya’s face immediately softened into a warm smile. "Okay, then. I’ll talk to you later."

After Ilya left, Archer remained by her side until the nurse returned and confirmed that Summer was well enough to leave the hospital.

Once the necessary paperwork was completed, Summer changed into her own clothes that had been cleaned and prepared to leave.

Archer watched her as she adjusted her clothes. "Are you ready to go home?"

"Not exactly." Summer turned to him with a small smile. "Can you take me somewhere?"

Archer raised an eyebrow. "Where do you want to go?"

Summer hesitated for a moment before answering, "There’s a place I want to visit."

He didn’t ask any more questions and simply agreed to take her there. Since Archer had never been to that place before, they had to take a taxi.

Not long after, they arrived at a rundown motel tucked away in a quiet corner of Zone 33.

The building looked old and poorly maintained, with faded paint peeling off the walls and a flickering sign hanging above the entrance.

Archer glanced at the building before turning to Summer, his brows furrowing. "What is this place?"

Summer stared at the shabby motel, and a strange feeling settled in her chest.

This was where the original owner of her body had once lived, a place filled with memories she had never experienced herself but somehow couldn’t ignore.

Originally, Summer hadn’t planned to visit this place, but after hearing what Mrs. Beaumont had said earlier, she had grown curious about the original owner’s past.

"This place used to be my home," Summer said. "I just want to check something real quick."

The moment Summer stepped further into the motel, the caretaker, who was sitting behind the front desk, immediately stood up and hurried toward her.

"Summer? Is that really you?" he asked, staring at her in disbelief.

Summer blinked at him. "Yes, it’s me. Is something wrong?"

"Where have you been all this time?" The caretaker looked her up and down as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. "The owner has been asking about you for days, and nobody knows where you went!"