Chapter 651


    Summer smiled. "Just like what you''ve said, I wasn''t brought up well. If there is nothing else, I''m going


    upstairs."


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    It was almost impossible to reason with her or try to restore her usual self. She had attempted it


    previously, but she had now given up.


    "You swore before your father''s portrait that you will leave my son alone. Unless you want your father to


    die with regret, you will leave my son immediately and stop your daydreams. Let me tell you, you will


    never be part of the Valentine family or its daughter-inw!"


    It was unnecessary to repeatedly discuss the matter a s it had already be a routine.


    "Since I swore by my father’s name, he would surely forgive me. Because he loved me, he will


    understand and ept me. Even if he doesn''t, whatever befalls me is mine to bear; it is my sin. You


    don''t need to worry! Haven’t you heard that it takes two to tango? If your son doesn''t strike when I


    reach out, nothing would happen. Since you have so much time and energy to face me, why not start


    from your son? If he agrees that we split, I will have no qualms."


    After saying that, she carried Charlotte upstairs,


    leaving Yvette alone. Yvette was irritated, her chest heaving heavily as she breathed.


    She couldn’tprehend. ''What is so attractive about Summer?''


    ''She knows Mark wouldn’t heed me, yet she tries to make me confront him. If this isn''t an insult, what


    is?''


    ''She is definitely trying to make a fool out of me. Does she think that she can get away with provoking


    me?’


    ''B*tch, let’s see how long you canst!''


    Yvette’s eyes sparked with malice, and she let out a shrillughter that would send shivers down one''s


    spine.


    ''I had given her onest chance, but she rejected it. Now, she''d better not regret her decision...''


    Early next morning.


    Mrs. Woods rushed out of the meeting; she appeared pale. Before Billy could chide her, Mrs. Woods


    said," Harry, there''s something wrong with Mr. Valentine."


    Harry hurried into the meeting room. Indeed, Mark was looking pale and appeared unsightly.


    "Sir." Harry called out softly as he helped him out of the meeting room.


    The pain in his stomach was grueling; he couldn’t even find the strength to stand up. "Take me to the


    hospital," Mark eximed.


    His stomach felt very painful, and it hurt inexplicably whenever he took a deep breath. As he hugged


    his abdomen, he presumed it was cholera. Although the weather was cold, he was sweating profusely,


    his lips purplish, his limbs convulsing.


    When they arrived at the hospital, the doctors hurriedly wheeled him into the emergency station and


    immediately carried out phlebotomy.


    The excruciating pain was like a thorn piercing through his belly, and it felt extremely exhausting.


    Harry thought to himself, ''How I wished too, but how a m I supposed to keep him in check?''


    ''The smell of alcohol and smoke dancing in the air made the office like a sacrificial altar. Every time


    The doctor removed his mask. "Before I forget, Mr.


    Valentine asks to see you."