Chapter 572


    She was cold, freezing, even her teeth were chattering uncontrobly.


    Ronald urged the doctor to extract the bone marrow. This was his only chance, and he did not want to


    squander it. The unfeeling machine was there, and the doctor started to make preparations.


    Everything was in ce after a while. The doctor was about to pierce a sharp needle into her body


    when the door of the factory was forced open and Mark and Jazz stormed in.


    At that moment, Ronald looked frail, as he knew that hisst chance was gone.


    The blood on Summer’s lower body pierced into Mark’s eyes like knives.


    A murderous look burst out of his grim eyes as Mark lunged at Ronald and punched him non-stop. He


    wanted to kill him.


    He could not care less who Ronald was. He just wanted to kill him as his inner voice screamed out loud


    inside him. A bloodthirsty look flickered in his eyes. 1


    Men in suits came to Ronald’s rescue, but Mark beat them all down to the ground. Ronald was also


    beaten


    ck and blue with his mouth bleeding.


    Ronald was not his match at all. Even if there were ten, or even twenty Ronalds, they would not be


    Mark''s match.


    "Leave it to me here, Mark. You take a look at Summer." It pained Jazz to see the figure curling up o n


    the floor.


    Mark stopped, his eyes reddening as if the blood had dyed them red. They were so red that it was


    frightening.


    He seemed to have used all his strength to untie the rope and carry Summer up. He felt dizzy and his


    mind seemed to be covered in snow.


    He was standing in a dim abandoned factory, but he felt hot. A scorching heat was burning him. Mark


    was sweating all over his body, feeling weak at the knees and unable to make a step.


    He felt something was weighing him down, the depressive feeling on his chest unbearable. He did not


    dare to look at her face, which was pale and tearful.


    Jazz seemed to have also lost his mind as he brutally beat Ronald up. "You are not a human! Not a


    human! D o you even have a bit of conscience? It was your grandchild in her womb. How could you


    bring yourself to do this to her? You are worse than an animal!"


    He regarded and respected him as a father, but what h e did was worse than animals.


    Summer was screaming in pain as she held the phone in one hand and Mark’s hand in the other.


    Her fingers sank into his skin and flesh. She was crying her heart out with sorrow filling her eyes. Tears


    flowed down her cheeks, into her mouth, down her neck, and also into his heart. He hugged her tightly


    and deeply, as if he was going to sink her into his body. But the next second, he loosened his grip as


    he was afraid of hurting her.


    Mark let her head rest on his chest and closed his eyes. His heart felt the same as hers; it hurt too


    much.


    If he could, he wanted to dig out her heart. As long as she did not feel hurt but safe, he would bear all


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    the pain.


    "We will have children. We will have children again, a s long as you are safe..."


    Mark lowered his head, pressed his lips to her ear, and sped her hand with a suppressed, painful


    look on his face.


    He used these words tofort her and himself. Yet these words sounded pale at this moment.


    There was a gang fight between Mark’s and Ronald''s men in the abandoned factory.