Chapter 561


    "Why did Mr. Valentine say that horchata was addictive?" The doctor was puzzled, and he could not


    agree with Mark''s conclusion. Horchata was a healthy food.


    "They have been eating horchata for a week, but they are not tired of it.” In short, the way the two of


    them liked horchata that much was beyond reason.


    "But it could also be possible that the beverage shop makes superb beverages." The doctor nced


    across the room and saw the half bowl of horchata. "Mr.


    Valentine, could I take this half bowl of horchata away?"


    "Sure."


    Charlotte was on IV therapy and asleep now, her little face still pale. But the doctor told him she was


    fine.


    Charlotte was discharged in the afternoon. Mark instructed his assistant, Harry, to take care of the


    discharge procedures and prepare to take the mother and daughter back to the apartment.


    "Bring her home," Solomon said.


    Charlotte was still weak and needed care, and he and Daisy were at home every day; they could take


    care of Charlotte.


    Besides, the two of them had always been clinging to each other, so it was time to go home. But


    Summer was stubborn; she brought Charlotte back to her apartment.


    And they also had their own ns. Dean loved Charlotte, and Charlotte also loved Dean, but they were


    not rted by blood, and he was not Charlotte''s biological father.


    Spending time together with Dean had also given Charlotte the opportunity to feel the fatherly love that


    shecked during her childhood. Now it was time for Summer to return to reality and move on. 2


    Mark narrowed his eyes, his lips moving after he heard what Solomon said. He wanted to say


    something, but he did not say it.


    Summer and he had been together for so long, but Solomon and Daisy''s lukewarm attitude toward him


    was clear; they preferred Dean as their son-inw.


    Dean had been proving himself for four years; so they knew better than anyone about Dean''s


    temperament and character.


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    They did not expect their children to be millionaires. All they wanted was for their children to live an


    honest, secure, and happy life.


    Summer said nothing further. She just quietly reached to hold Mark''s hand as their eyes met each


    other.


    Mark''s lips curled upward in response. He knew what she was trying to tell him, and he sped her


    fingers.


    After sending the mother and daughter home, Mark drove his ck Land Rover back to his apartment,


    went upstairs, and opened the door.


    Darkness greeted him; there was not the slightest light inside. He felt empty and lonely inside, the light i


    n his deep-set eyes worn away.


    He took off his trench coat, threw it on the settee, and leaned back.


    His eyes were half-closed, and his brows were knitted together slightly.


    He walked over, picked up the phone, and answered with a deep and emotionless voice. "What is it?”


    "Mr. Valentine, we found a special food additive in the horchata we brought back."


    "Exin it clearly." His brows were knitted together even tighter, and his voice deepened even further.