Chapter 462
The past three days had been stressful for Mark. It was natural that he needed rest. Hey on herp
and closed his eyes. After a while, he fell asleep.
Yvette stood outside the room, fuming with rage. mes of fury rose to her chest, burning as if they
were about to explode!
She was here to pick up some things. Never had she expected to see this.
The passing of Ms. Moore had left her almost at the brink of a breakdown. Her mood had just gotten
better. But now, the negative emotions were overwhelmingly triggered again.
Summer gazed at Mark''s charming face silently and let out a sigh; she moved him carefully to the sofa
and nned to get a ss of water.
The moment she stepped out, she ran into Yvette, who was standing outside the door, and they
bumped into each other...
identally, Summer stepped on Yvette''s foot. She quickly moved her foot away the moment she
heard a weird shriek of pain.
"You did it on purpose, didn''t you?" Yvette held a cold gaze. She stared at Summer from her eyes to
her
mouth. ''The more I look at her, the more annoyed I get!'' "There is no reason for me to do it on purpose,
you were standing here, and I didn''t notice it." Although Summer''s response was lukewarm, it was
polite. Her tone was also deliberately subdued.
The living room was thronged with many guests.
Besides, this was a funeral parlor. Arguing in front of the deceased was considered a huge disrespect.
Yvette showed no concern at all. After witnessing that scene, she said sarcastically, "Why, a leopard
can''t change its spots, trying to get back at me huh?"
"I don''t understand what you said. This is a funeral parlour, not a ce to quarrel. Don''t you think that
you have all your energy used in the wrong ces?"
She was totally puzzled by Yvette. This was the funeral of Yvette''s mother, the one who conceived,
raised, and loved her since young. ''Doesn''t she realize that her reaction is a bit over the top?''
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"Hmph! You don''t need to pretend to be kind here. I''ll say this clearly again, this ce doesn''t wee
you, and my mother doesn''t need your respect as well. You can choose to leave, or I can get someone
to shoo you away. It''s up to you."
Yvette witnessed the scene clearly. Summer would never give up; she would alwayse back and try
to win Mark back. There was no way she would allow her to seize such an opportunity.
After staring at her for some time, Summer treaded lightly into the room. Mark was still asleep.
However, the brows on his handsome face were knitted together, forming deep wrinkles. ''What is he
dreaming about again?''
Her eyes moved slightly, she looked at his somewhat thin face and the ck stubble that appeared on
his chin.
She moved forward and stretched out her hand. After gently smoothing the wrinkles between his
eyebrows, Summer''s eyes moved a little. She took hold of Charlotte''s little hand and walked out of the
room.
She brushed a nce at Yvette and left the hall immediately.
She hade here to see thest of Ms. Moore and funeral service instead of bickering with Yvette.
She had bought the return flight tickets before she arrived. Charlotte kept bugging for a lollipop, so she
bought two for her when they passed by William Street and headed straight to the airport. After waiting
for 40 minutes, they boarded the ne and departed.
An hour had passed after he woke up from his sleep; having not slept for a few consecutive days, Mark
had needed to rest indeed.
His eyes circled the room as he got up but didn''t see Summer and Charlotte. He was the only one in
the room.
He straightened his ck suit with his hands as he walked out of the room. The living room showed no
signs of both mother-daughter duo too. Just in time, Jazz walked by. Mark moved his lips and asked
with a hoarse voice, "Where is she?"
"She?" Jazz was stunned for a moment and then replied, "I saw her leaving with Charlotte just now."
Hearing that, Mark pulled out his cell immediately and dialed her number, but he received a notification
voice mail telling him that her cell was powered off.