Chapter 612


    It was not until noon that Summer woke up at leisure. I n fact, she woke up hungry. She raised her


    hands and casually tied up her hair with ribbons, and felt an indescribable sense of casualness.


    She had not eaten spaghetti for a long time and was now craving it. Mark and Charlotte had no


    objection, and so the three of them went to a nearby Italian restaurant. 1


    The weather had gotten colder than before. Charlotte did not have any coats, so they went to a mall


    and bought bags of clothes.


    Charlotte picked a small pink coat, Summer a tassel jacket, and Mark a ck trench coat.


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    After checking the date, Summer did not n to apany Mark back to his office. Instead, she


    wanted to go to the cemetery because she missed her dad.


    "I will go with you.” Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders.


    Nodding, she went to the florist and bought a bouquet.


    It was still sunny in the morning, but now it was overcast with clouds, and it seemed that it would not b


    e long before it rained.


    Sure enough, it started to rain when they got to the cemetery. It was a downpour. Fortunately, they had


    When Summer came to her dad’s tombstone, she saw Daisy sitting on the ground. She must have


    been sitting for some time as she was soaked to the skin.


    “Mom." Summer called her, hurriedlying up to her and held the umbre over her head and


    struggled to help her up.


    Mark put Charlotte down, squinting his eyes as he strode over and helped Daisy up with ease.


    But as soon as Daisy saw Mark, she flung his hand away with a disdainful expression on her face. "Go


    away! You go away!"


    There was an unruffled expression on Mark''s charming face, and he stood there motionless.


    Daisy turned to stare at Summer with a bitter expression.


    Her knife-like eyes stabbed into Summer''s heart.


    Summer bit her lips and called out to Daisy again," Mom."


    "Is this your vow to me and your dad?" Daisy pointed a t the grave with her trembling hand. "He was


    the one who caused your dad’s death. Is this how you treat your dad? Have you forgotten all the vows


    that you made in the mourning hall during your dad’s funeral?"


    She was silent, standing there, biting her lip. She bowed her head and said not a word.


    Her silence was an admission of guilt in Daisy’s eyes. Daisy was trembling uncontrobly as she


    questioned Summer, "Is this how you treat your dad? He held you s o dearly in his heart, yet this is how


    you repay him!"


    Mark stepped up, spread his arms, and drew Summer into his embrace, then looked fixedly at Daisy.


    "Mrs. Hart, she is your daughter. Why force her into this?"


    "Force?" Daisy’s face turned green with anger, and her vision dimmed for a second.


    "Carrying on the mistakes of the previous generation t o the next makes little sense at all, does it?"


    "Mom!" "Mrs. Hart!"


    There was chaos, and Daisy was then taken to the hospital.


    "I will leave when she wakes up. Let me stay here with you before that." His voice was slow, deep, but


    gentle.