Chapter 457


    The wedding day was around the corner, so Daisy took Summer to the za every day to buy the


    things she wanted. Just a sheet set alone, she had bought many o fit.


    Summer could not help it, and she even had a headache. Daisy would not stop; she just would not


    listen.


    It had been two days since Mark appeared at the bridal shop in Nokoc Bay the other day, and he


    had never shown up again. 1


    If it was not for the torn wedding dress hanging in the room, Summer would think that Mark appearing


    in the bridal shop that day was just her imagination.


    During this period, he had be calm and quiet like never before. He stopped calling and no longer


    showed himself in front of her. It was as though he hadpletely disappeared into thin air.


    ''He will barge into my life as he pleases and mess up my life. When he disappears, he leaves no


    traces. He really thinks he can do whatever he wants.''


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    However, didn''t she always want to live a peaceful life? Now that things had finally calmed down, why


    would she trouble herself with the thought of him?


    Her lips curled into a sneer as she stood there in a trance while Daisy was there still shouting,


    "Summer, Summer, what do you think of this curtain?"


    Summer answered and walked towards Daisy.


    At Norwood.


    The door of the intensive care unit opened. The nurse walked in and cautiously approached Mark. "Mr.


    Valentine."


    "Speak!” he uttered a word concisely. He had not rested for two days in a row. His sunken eyes were


    bloodshot, filled with scarlet veins.


    The nurse could not help but tremble, gritting her teeth. She was too frightened to say what followed.


    After hesitating for a while, she said, "Ms. Moore''s breath had stopped."


    The Adam''s apple in Mark''s neck rolled as he gulped. His tall body instantly became tight and stiff like


    a rock. Earlier, he was panting heavily, but he stopped a s soon as her words struck him. The


    heaviness in the atmosphere was frightening.


    Gordon did not leave the hospital either. He was in the ward next to the intensive-care unit. As soon as


    he heard the news from the nurse, his tall andrge body fell on the side of the bed. He almost fainted.


    "Mark, your grandmother kept moring to see the photos of you and Jazz when you two were


    younger. She was always sentimental. She couldn''t see enough of them that she could look at those


    photos more than a dozen times a day.


    "She would keep mentioning you and Jazz in her conversation. I just smiled and thought she felt lonely


    and bored.


    "She told me that sometimes she would have strange dreams. Never did I link that to a premonition.


    She mentioned there was a door that always faintly revealed some light..." said Gordon.


    With his teeth gritted, the words he uttered were stiffer than his body. He could hardly speak clearly as i


    f his neck were being strangled.


    He had always thought what his wife said was absurd. It turned out that some people did show signs


    before passing away...


    Mark listened quietly and said no word. Since the nurse broke the news to him, he had been very calm.


    H e had been so quiet that people could barely feel his presence.


    Yvette was already crying while Raine was by her side, and Jazz had not said much.


    When he got up, Mark left the ward and stood in the quiet and long corridor. He smoked cigarettes one


    after another. After some time, the smell of smoke filled the air in that area. Yet, he did not stop


    smoking.


    Moreover, Mark''s hand, which was holding a cigarette, trembled uncontrobly and involuntarily.