Chapter 590


    "So what if he is in prison. The fact that he is alive, is evident that he is blessed with longevity. Only the


    dumb and miserable deserves to fall to his death!"


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    Just as she finished speaking, Yvette''s face was struck by a vigorous p. A bright red palm mark was


    left on her cheek.


    Summer had pped her. She had done it with all her might, that even her hands became numb.


    She could withstand her humiliation, but for her to insult her father was unforgivable!


    "How dare you hit me! Mark, didn’t you see it, this pestilent and despicable woman hit your mother. Did


    you see it?"


    Yvette was baffled after the p. After regaining her senses, she pointed at her face, parading the


    fresh evidence in front of her son.


    "If you had enough, stop it now. Return to Valentine Mansion!” Mark raised his elegant brows high. He


    was slowly losing his patience with Yvette.


    That p, he would neither abhor nor loathe her. It was his mother''s own words that had provoked her


    and crossed the line...


    Daisy steadied herself. She was still trembling due to her anger. She faced Summer and said, "You


    heard her insult your father. She said your father deserved it, that he fell and died because he was


    miserable. Do you understand now?"


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    "Mom!” She reached out to support her.


    However, Daisy appeared stern and shook off her grip, "Answer me, do you or do you not understand?”


    She insisted on getting an answer. Summer nodded, " Understood."


    "Good. Now take an oath before your father’s portrait, that you will never have any rtions with the


    Valentines ever again, nor be involved in any of their affairs!"


    Summer shuddered; her fineshes quivered, her arms shivered, and her legs trembled.


    "Are my words falling on deaf ears? I''m telling you to swear before your father''s portrait. I won’t insist if


    you refuse, but you shall leave immediately, severe our ties as mother and daughter, and you shall


    never appear before me!"


    Her words were unequivocal but resolute. Daisy gritted her teeth, not missing a word.


    Summer turned very pale. Although there were two choices, there wasn''t any apparent choice, was


    there?


    She walked feebly toward the living room before the hanging portrait of Solomon when he was alive.


    He wore a faint smile; he looked very amiable and loving.


    Before she could say ''die'', Mark had threaded forward and grabbed her hand, his gaze fixed on her


    deeply.


    Her every word was like a deadly weapon fitted with the sharpest de that shed through his heart,


    splitting its flesh to bring forth a bloodied river.


    As soon as she shook off his hands, their arms separated, and they no longer felt each other''s warmth.