Chapter 582


    She did not make a sound or said anything. There was just the sound of her breathing. Atst, Summer


    copsed on the floor from exhaustion.


    It took her a great deal of strength to get Summer onto the bed. It was not until she pulled the quilt over


    Summer''s body that she heaved a sigh of relief. At least Summer had fallen asleep.


    Grace was worried about Summer and did not want to leave her alone. So she called Charlie, telling


    him she would stay with Summer for a few days.


    Watching Summer abusing herself like a madwoman, Grace could no longer bear to see anymore. She


    stepped on Summer''s rag and blurted, "That''s enough.”


    Summer said nothing and continued to wash the sheets. Grace took a ss of water and sshed it


    on Summer’s face.


    "Wake up. It is okay to grieve and feel sad, but you should know when to stop. Don''t give up on


    yourself, a s you still have reasons to live. Grieving too much and for too long would be a pretence.”


    Trickles of water flowed down her face, and she grabbed her clothes in front of her chest. "But I am the


    culprit, I am the culprit who caused his death!" her


    voice was hoarse.


    "No one wants to harm their families, especially a father. But there are some things in the world that are


    unavoidable. Are you sure you want to continue like this forever? What about Charlotte-are you going


    to leave her alone? What if it affects her mentally?" Grace hit the nail on the head. "So just let it go, as


    life still has to go on. Just for the sake of Charlotte, you can''t g o on like this."


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    "Grace, my dad and my child are dead..." she cried, heartbroken, grief-stricken, sad, and helpless.


    "I know, I know all of it." Grace hugged her, patting her on the back. "But you still have Charlotte and


    your mom. You have got to live for them."


    She cried for a long time until her tears were about to dry up.


    If she could, she was willing to die for her father. As long as he could live, she was willing to do


    anything. After venting for a few days and crying her heart out, she felt much better and had calmed


    down. As Grace said, she could not go on like this forever, and she still has to go on living.


    "I am okay now. Go now. After spending a few days with me, Charlie should have an opinion about


    you.” Summer rubbed her red and swollen eyes.


    Grace patted her back again and nodded. She saw a ck Bentley parked up downstairs for the past


    two days. She thought it should be Mark.


    She had noticed that the car would stay there overnight and leave at dawn every day.


    Charlotte had gone to school, and Grace had left.


    Summer went to the bathroom to wash her face, take a shower, and brush her teeth, freshening up


    herself from the inside out.


    She then took Solomon''s photo in her hand, tears falling on the photo frame, sliding off, and spreading.


    She went to the police station, filed a report against Ronald, and a statement was taken from her.


    But the police told her they needed to collect evidence, verify the evidence, and only then would she be


    informed of the investigation result.


    Collecting evidence and verifying it? She was both a witness and a victim. Were they serious about the


    case or just brushing her off?


    After all, with the power and influence of the Valentine family, Summer did not trust the police. She


    must get the answer and know the result as soon as possible.


    She could not let her father and child die in vain; someone must pay for it.