As soon as Butler Ye left the room, Mr. Drexler once again looked at Summer Shawcross, his voice hoarse as he spoke.
"Girl, there's one more thing..."
"You shouldn't talk anymore, just rest well." Seeing how much effort it took for him to speak, Summer Shawcross's eyes immediately grew moist.
Hearing this, Mr. Drexler smiled instead.
"I'm not going to die just yet..."
He hadn't seen the wedding yet, and wouldn't leave so willingly.
Listening to Mr. Drexler's voice, Summer Shawcross felt even more distressed, but could only bite her lip, bow her head, and listen quietly to him speak.
"The good thing I promised to give you, I haven't forgotten. After I pass away, someone will deliver it to you..." Mr. Drexler's weak voice slowly reached her ears.
Upon hearing his words, Summer Shawcross finally recalled something.
