Chapter 657


    When Summer woke up, it was already the next afternoon. Her legs and arms were bandaged with


    thick linen gauze.


    She pulled aside her nket, and when she was about to get out of bed, she was stopped by the


    approaching nurse. "Where are you going?”


    "To see someone." She had not forgotten about how severe and life-threatening his injuries were when


    he protected her.


    The nurse tried to stop her but failed. As she feared that Summer might dismantle her IV, she brought


    her over instead.


    Mark was still in the ICU. The chandelier that struck him directly on his head was huge and heavy.


    There was bleeding, and the blood clot pressed on his nerve. Therefore, it was hard to predict when he


    would wake up.


    Dressed in sanitized attire, Summer sat beside him in the ICU. She ced his hands on her cheek, and


    tears welled up in her eyes.


    ''You got to be alright. Please be alright. Nothing should happen to you!''


    Mark''s head was bandaged in white linen gauze, and


    his cyan stubble had vividly surfaced. His face was very skinny, and she was deeply hurt.


    Yvette was at home. She had ordered the maid to prepare mushroom soup to bring to the hospital.


    Charlotte sat meekly on the sofa. She was not attached to Yvette, and she knew that Yvette disliked


    her and mommy.


    She longed for mommy and daddy, but they had not returned for the entire night.


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    Standing up, Charlotte went up to Yvette while she was speaking to the maid. She tugged her tiny and


    tender hand at Yvette''s and shook it gently.


    It was a light and gentle touch. Yvette''s fingers twitched, and she turned around. Looking at her were


    the little girl''s glittering eyes. "When is daddy and mommying home?”


    She had never interacted with this child before. The tenderness of Charlotte''s tiny hands melted her


    heart, and it was the first time she properly looked at her.


    Charlotte and Mark looked very much alike as if she was a copy of himself, and Yvette was the one


    who had given birth to Mark.


    Yvette bent down and took Charlotte into her embrace. The little girl stiffened and began to feel uneasy


    and nervous.


    She nned to take Charlotte along when she brought


    Summer, who was at the hospital, the mushroom soup the maid was preparing.


    ''After such an incident, how could my impression toward her not be changed? Leaving her aside, how


    manydies would risk their lives and rush into a situation like that?’


    The soup was not ready, but the maid hade forward to inform her of the visit of the police.


    When she heard that the police had arrived, she panicked. Her breathing sped up, and sweat broke


    through her forehead.


    Yvette’s hands and feet became warm and mmy; however, she remained unusually calm. "What do


    you mean?"


    Yvette’s expression turned gloomy. The sight of the police uniform made her heart race.


    ''No. I cannot be imprisoned again. It cannot happen.''


    Everyone was gossiping about Ronald. If she ended up in prison again, then they would be cursing


    behind herback.