Chapter 525
His brows came together in a frown as he stared at her. In a deep voice, he said, "Mom..."
"I''m not joking with you. I will really go crazy because of this-I might even die. If you still want to be with
her, I''ll cut ties with you and take my life in front of your eyes! I won''t want to live anymore. I simply
can''t continue living!"
Yvette gritted her teeth. If she ever saw Samantha or Yvette again, she might really go mad!
"You CAN''T be with her, no matter what. Mark my words, Mark, I''ll keep my promise this time! Say
something, Mark. Give me a response. Are you really okay with your own mother suffering like this?"
"Okay, I''ll respond now..." Mark pushed her away and grabbed her by the shoulders. Uttering every
word clearly, he continued, "Mom, there''s no way I''m leaving Summer..."
Yvette was stunned as she proceeded to push him away. Her whole body was shaking from anger.
"Do you know what you’re saying right now?! She is the daughter of that b*tch. Can you still face me if
you stay with her?"
Summer was her archenemy, yet he was still head
over heels for her. As his biological mother, was she more important or was the daughter of the b*tch
more important to him?
"She is innocent. This has nothing to do with her at all. Just like me, she is also not involved in this
matter ..." Mark said slowly.
Yvette snorted. "Just because she is Samantha’s daughter, she is part of the problem. She is your
mother''s enemy. Don''t you find it funny and ironic if you''re with her?"
"She grew up with the Harts and lived under their care for twenty over years. Other than blood, she has
no rtionship with Samantha at all..."
From the looks of it, no matter how hard Yvette tried, Mark had no intentions of leaving Summer.
Yvette immediately grabbed a fruit knife and ced it over her neck. She looked at Mark and pushed
him," I''ll only say one thing. It’s either me or her. If you choose her, I''ll kill myself right now."
The fruit knife was as sharp as a tiger tooth. Yvette had put some force on the knife, making it sink into
her skin. Just the tip of the knife alone was enough to make her blood seep through her skin.
The servants around her were shocked as they yelled," Put down the knife, Madam Valentine!"
Needless to say, Yvette ignored them as she continued to push the knife deeper into her skin. The knife
was deeper into her skin than before, exposing her flesh.
Blood could be seen trickling down from her cut. All the servants panicked as they shifted their gaze to
Mark, waiting for him to save her.
Mark''s eyes stayed still as he stared at her actions. His darkened face was unreadable as he said
coldly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
As a response, Yvette pushed the knife farther into her neck. It even looked like she would go deeper if
she wanted to.
"If that is your decision, I can only stop you this time. But I won''t be able to stop you the next time. Also,
I can remind you of one more thing, if you kill yourself, they will definitely live a happier life. If that''s
your ultimate goal, you can proceed..."
Mark knew her weaknesses, so he tantly attacked her weak spot.
As he expected, his words managed to stop Yvette from cutting herself. Besides, she had never
nned t o die. All she wanted to do was scare him, but what happened just now had been the result
of a loss in judgment.
The fruit knife fell from her hands and hit the ground. Suddenly, her vision turned ck, and she
passed out.
"Get a doctor!" Mark’s voice was hoarse as he darted toward her and caught her falling body.
His brows came together in a frown as he stared at her. In a deep voice, he said, "Mom..."
"I''m not joking with you. I will really go crazy because of this-I might even die. If you still want to be with
her, I''ll cut ties with you and take my life in front of your eyes! I won''t want to live anymore. I simply
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can''t continue living!"
Yvette gritted her teeth. If she ever saw Samantha or Yvette again, she might really go mad! 1
"You CAN''T be with her, no matter what. Mark my words, Mark, I''ll keep my promise this time! Say
something, Mark. Give me a response. Are you really okay with your own mother suffering like this?"
"Okay, I''ll respond now..." Mark pushed her away and grabbed her by the shoulders. Uttering every
word clearly, he continued, "Mom, there’s no way I''m leaving Summer..."
Yvette was stunned as she proceeded to push him away. Her whole body was shaking from anger.
"Do you know what you''re saying right now?! She is the daughter of that b*tch. Can you still face me if
you stay with her?"
Summer was her archenemy, yet he was still head
over heels for her. As his biological mother, was she more important or was the daughter of the b*tch
more important to him?
"She is innocent. This has nothing to do with her at all. Just like me, she is also not involved in this
matter ..." Mark said slowly.
Yvette snorted. "Just because she is Samantha’s daughter, she is part of the problem. She is your
mother’s enemy. Don’t you find it funny and ironic if you''re with her?"
"She grew up with the Harts and lived under their care for twenty over years. Other than blood, she has
no rtionship with Samantha at all..."
From the looks of it, no matter how hard Yvette tried, Mark had no intentions of leaving Summer.
Yvette immediately grabbed a fruit knife and ced it over her neck. She looked at Mark and pushed
him," I''ll only say one thing. It''s either me or her. If you choose her, I''ll kill myself right now."
The fruit knife was as sharp as a tiger tooth. Yvette had put some force on the knife, making it sink into
her skin. Just the tip of the knife alone was enough to make her blood seep through her skin.
The servants around her were shocked as they yelled," Put down the knife, Madam Valentine!"
Needless to say, Yvette ignored them as she continued to push the knife deeper into her skin. The knife
was deeper into her skin than before, exposing her flesh.
Blood could be seen trickling down from her cut. All the servants panicked as they shifted their gaze to
Mark, waiting for him to save her.
Mark''s eyes stayed still as he stared at her actions. His darkened face was unreadable as he said
coldly, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
As a response, Yvette pushed the knife farther into her neck. It even looked like she would go deeper if
she wanted to.
"If that is your decision, I can only stop you this time. But I won''t be able to stop you the next time. Also,
I can remind you of one more thing, if you kill yourself, they will definitely live a happier life. If that’s
your ultimate goal, you can proceed..."
Mark knew her weaknesses, so he tantly attacked her weak spot.
As he expected, his words managed to stop Yvette from cutting herself. Besides, she had never
nned t o die. All she wanted to do was scare him, but what happened just now had been the result
of a loss in judgment.
The fruit knife fell from her hands and hit the ground. Suddenly, her vision turned ck, and she
passed out.
"Get a doctor!" Mark''s voice was hoarse as he darted toward her and caught her falling body.