Chapter 589


    "You watch your son too. Don''t you let him appear before my daughter. Not only is the expectation your


    family set is too high, it is too filthy. We don''t want to get ourselves dirty!" Comment by Chein Ling Foo:


    Original


    The doorstep of your house is too high and filthy; ascending it will only taint us!


    I''lffi is a metaphorical expression here. Don''t trante it literally.


    They burned with unquenchable anger, and their argument was ferocious. Afterward, Daisy called


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    Summer, telling her toe over.


    Yvette saw what she did and followed suit, giving Mark a call...


    Then, they continued their bloodthirsty argument.


    Yvette’s way of speech had never been pleasant. It was abusive, especially at this moment. Every word


    she uttered was cruel in nature.


    Forrest had enough of her atrocity. He held on to Daisy and said to Yvette, "Carry your impudence


    somewhere else. Our house is not a premise for your savage behavior!"


    "What did you say, I dare you to say it again!" Yvette turned blue with anger, and her chest heaved as


    she breathed heavily.


    "Are you a baroness? I don’t see you like one. Instead, you look like a shrew. You can''t even keep your


    husband in check, yet you raise a ruckus at someone else''s residence. You''re unbelievable!" Forrest


    retorted impudently. Comment by Chein Ling Foo: Original


    You can’t even control your husband


    MSSMLKR-FL


    Literal trantion


    Summer was about to head up the stairs when she heard the morous tongueshing. She could tell


    who it was.


    ''Why doesYvette keep haunting us?''


    She had only ascended a few steps before she heard footsteps approaching. Someone then grabbed


    her arm from behind. She turned around. It was Mark.


    She was a head taller than him as she stood on high ground while he stood on lower ground. Their


    eyes met, but nobody said a word.


    After a while, she opened her mouth and said, "Let me"


    go.


    Mark did not speak but locked his deep and dark gaze upon her. His throat rumbled. Only heaven


    would know how much he had wanted to embrace her.


    While they were still in a stalemate, the sounds of argument grew louder and more violent, and there


    were also crashing sounds.


    Frowning, Summer used all her arm strength to push him away. She hurried upstairs, and Mark


    followed closely behind.


    "So what if I can''t keep my husband in check, at least h e is still alive. He will return to my side one day.


    Unlike you, your husband is dead, and you''re now... a widow!"


    No doubt, Daisy was gravely pierced by her words. Already distressed, that malevolent statement


    made her body feeble, and she copsed backward.


    "Mom!” Summer stared in horror. Panickily, she rushed over and caught hold of her.


    Who didn''t know how to speak obnoxiously?


    Mark defending them and questioning her made her angrier; it burned fiercely, like a prancing inferno,


    each me rising higher after another.