Chapter 392


    Summer’s face sank, her expression serious. "Sit down," she said in an icy voice.


    Charlotte was startled. She was trembling as she shrank her shoulders and sat there, motionless.


    "Extend your hand." Summer''s voice was still cold.


    Charlotte stretched out her hand, and then she was smacked on her palm. Her cry reverberated in the


    ward.


    Summer raised her hand and then smacked Charlotte i n her tender palm again. She hit her so hard


    that Charlotte’s palm reddened.


    Just then, Mark came in and the things that happened in front of his eyes.


    "Does it hurt?" Summer looked at Charlotte.


    Charlotte cried, tears flowing down her cheeks. "It hurts..."


    Summer looked indifferent. She smacked Charlotte''s hand again, and Charlotte cried even louder this


    time and pulled her hands back. Tears continued to stream down her face.


    But Summer caught her hand and asked again, "Does i t hurt?"


    "It hurts... it hurts... Mommy, it hurts..." Charlotte cried, her eyes and nose red, looking pitiful.


    Summer raised her hand and was about to smack down again when Mark strode over and swept


    Charlotte into his arms.


    His narrow eyes squinted at Summer with a frown. " What are you doing?"


    Summer ignored him and pulled Charlotte''s hand over and smacked her twice again.


    "It hurts... It hurts... Mommy, it hurts... It really hurts..." Charlotte was out of breath, crying, and choked.


    Mark grabbed Summer’s wrist with his shapely hand." Didn''t you hear her crying for pain?" he said in a


    deep voice.


    "That is what she needs to remember. Only then she will learn the lesson.” Summer’s chest was


    heaving, the palm of her right hand red, feeling hot and painful.


    Charlotte was still crying. She took Charlotte from Mark''s arms, and then put her on the bed, and


    bellowed. "Stop crying. Sit down."


    Fear consumed Charlotte. She shrank back, looking at Mark with tearful eyes.


    Mark strode over, but before he reached the bedside, Summer grabbed his hand.


    Her hand was still felt so soft, but her palm felt hot. He looked down and saw that her palm was redder


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    felt hotter than that of Charlotte.


    His deep eyes moved as he stood on the spot. He started to understand why Summer did what she


    did.


    "Do you remember what I told you before?” she asked Charlotte, her expression as cold as usual.


    "I must not go to ces with a lot of traffic, near water and y with fire without Mommy..." she spoke


    haltingly as she whimpered. She did not dare to cry.


    "What wrong have you done this time?" she continued to question Charlotte.


    "I went to a ce with a lot of cars without Mommy..." she answered obediently.


    "No matter where you want to go, the first thing is to remember to tell me, and you may go after getting


    permission. Do you understand?"


    Children are prone to run around, and it is impossible for adults to keep an eye on them all the time.