Chapter 385


    "In the hospital."


    Mark''s handsome brows were raised again, and his charming face darkened. "What happens?"


    "Charlotte... Charlotte met with an ident. She is in the emergency room right now.”


    Mark pursed his lips, his face crashing. A dark and gloomy cloud shrouded his eyes, with cold light


    flickering inside. His shapely hands clenched the phone in his hand. His usual calmness had left him.


    His heart was racing, as if someone was crushing it. " Which hospital?"


    "The General Hospital."


    Mark ran out of the hotel in a whirlwind as the line went dead.


    Thedies at the reception were still in a daze. They had never seen Mark Valentine from such a close


    distance, his charmpletely bewitching them.


    Summer’s lips were quivering after she hung up the phone. Mark was Charlotte’s biological father, and


    he had every right to know what happened.


    She just wanted Charlotte to stand in front of her, being naughty.


    She could not believe that a moment ago, Charlotte was still standing next to her, pestering her to buy


    yogurt, but the next second, she was already lying on the street in a pool of blood.


    Charlotte was still so small, only three years old. If she could, she wished she could take Charlotte''s


    ce.


    It only took a moment before Mark arrived. Right away, he spotted a feeble figure sitting on the bench


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    outside the emergency room.


    Summer heard footsteps and looked up. "Charlotte had a car ident. She is still in the emergency


    room."


    Mark gave a faint response. He made a telephone call with his deep, hoarse voice, calling for the best


    doctors in Santabaca toe over right now.


    He then walked to the bench, his deepening gazending on her.


    Summer''s face had never been paler, her body shaking. She was in shock, not saying a word or


    looking up, just remaining in the same posture.


    Feeling sorry and sad, Mark squatted down and drew her into his arms, and then a deep voice flew


    from his throat. "Charlotte will be fine."


    The warmth of his touch seemed like a driftwood in the ocean of desperation. She held onto it, gripping


    on thepels in front of his chest with both hands. "But she isn''t out yet." "She will be out soon. She is


    my daughter; no one dares to touch her nor take her away." His voice was deep, as if it came from his


    bones. It was bone-chilling.


    "I shouldn''t have let go of her hand. I should have kept holding her. I should have always kept an eye


    on her. I t was my fault. It was my fault..."


    She seemed to have found a vent at this moment, her tears that gathered in her eye sockets flowing


    out at once. She could hold back no more.


    She had barely cried more than a dozen times since childhood. But sadness was billowing inside her


    and drowned her like a storm. She could no longer take it.


    "It was not your fault. Charlotte will be fine. Trust me." Mark patted her on the back with his hand to


    "And Dean, trying to save Charlotte, is in the emergency room, too."


    The attending doctors had arrived. Mark had two teams of doctors to save Charlotte and Dean,


    respectively.


    The doors of the operating theater swung open as a nurse came out and told them that the child lost


    too much blood and urgently needed a blood transfusion. "I am her dad. Take my blood," Mark quickly


    said.