Chapter 393


    "Understood..."


    "Speak louder. Do you understand?"


    "Understood!”


    "Now go to sleep.”


    Charlotte did not dare to make a sound. She sniffled a s shey on the bed, pulled the quilt over, and


    closed her eyes. Her palm still hurt, but she did not dare to say a word.


    Summer loved Charlotte very much. She had hardly lost her temper with Charlotte. But when she did,


    Charlotte would quake in her boots.


    After a while, Charlotte fell asleep. Perhaps because of the crying, her chest was still heaving in her


    sleep.


    Summer brought a basin of warm water, moistened a towel and wrung it out, then gingerly wiped the


    tears away from Charlotte''s face.


    Sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed in an elegant fashion, Mark looked on and took everything


    that happened in front of him in.


    His gaze was so deep that it was as if a bottomless whirlpool that sucked people in. His pupils were


    fixated on Summer from behind, his gaze dark as ink.


    The ward was so quiet that Summer could hear a pin drop. She was cleaning up Charlotte while Mark


    sat o n the couch, looking at her from behind.


    His cell phone vibrated in silence mode just then. He got up and walked out of the ward to answer the


    phone.


    "Mark, where are you now?" It was Yvette''s voice.


    "What’s the matter?" He asked back, not answering Yvette''s question.


    "We have never discussed Charlotte. She is growing u p and we can''t let things drag on as it is. I am all


    for it i f you want to get Charlotte''s custody. Let Charlottee into the family and change herst


    name as soon as possible."


    In fact, Yvette was not concerned about Charlotte''s custody. Her thinking was that she wanted to


    resolve the rtionship between Mark and Summer as soon a s possible so that the two would cut off


    all connections altogether. She did not want them to live together behind her back.


    Mark furrowed his brows with a trace of impatience o n his face. "I know what I am doing, Mom. I will


    hang u p now."


    Before Yvette could say anything further, the line went dead. Just then, Summer walked out of the


    ward.


    Mark walked over and stopped her in the way, his tall body casting a shadow over her.


    "Let''s talk about Charlotte’s custody." He gazed at her.


    Summer’s heart skipped a beat, her hands and feet sweating. She stood with her back straightened,


    rejecting him with a stony face. "I don''t have time and mood to talk about this now."


    "But I have."


    "Mark, if you still have a bit of human touch, you should know that this is not the time to bring up this


    topic."


    Besides, it was not the time to talk about this topic.


    Charlotte had met with a traffic ident, and she had only regained consciousness yesterday. Did he


    have to be so cruel?


    She looked him in the eyes, her expression calm and cold as if a pool of water. "Mark, don’t you think


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    you are a bit too cruel?"


    "Not at all." His lips twitched as he spelled out his words.


    "Then we have nothing to talk about. I don’t care if you are in a hurry, but we will only talk about it in


    two weeks."