Charlotte crawled into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. Mark brought her to the room o n the second floor while Raine was looking at his back.
Lying on the bed, Charlotte was clamoring for the cell t o call her mommy. She missed her. There was a slight movement in Mark's eyes. After dialing the call, he handed the cell to her.
The mother and daughter seemed to have endless things to share. They could talk for two hours on the cell.
Mark stood on the side with his arms folded, wanting t o set the cell to hands-free mode, but Charlotte, whose round eyes were rolling around, was holding it tightly, fearing that he would take it away from her.
In fact, it did not matter whether it was set to handsfree mode. The topics discussed between the two mothers and daughters were totally trivial. By just listening to Charlotte's answer, he knew what questions the woman on the end of the call asked.
After a long time, Summer said to Charlotte, "Is Uncle there?"
Charlotte looked at Mark and nodded, "Yes, Mommy. D o you want to talk to Uncle?"
Upon hearing this, Mark's thin lips suddenly curved upwards. His handsome face looked soft in
nonchalance, revealing a bit of pride.
"Uncle, Mommy wants to talk to you on the phone." Charlotte handed him the cell.
Mark’s already smiling lips curled further upward. He took over the cell. Deep voice flowed from his throat,' Yeah."
"I have returned to Nokocola Bay. If you have enough fun with Charlotte, please send her to her grandmother's place."
Mark's expression changed. Words were squeezed out between his teeth, "When did you go back to Nokocola Bay?"
"This morning."
"Why did you rush back to Nokocola Bay?"
Summer's calm and cold voice came, "Then you will have to look after Charlotte for a while. I'll pick her up when I have time to return to Santatabaca."
Without waiting for his reply, she hung up the phone directly. When Mark heard only beeping sound, he felt his chest was suffocated. It made him suffer.
'Huh, she doesn't even care about her daughter now...'
Holding the phone with his big hand, he felt like he wanted to crush it. There was a turbulence of rage in his heart.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door.
Raine's voice came in. "Mark, are you asleep? Can I come in?"
"Okay..." Mark replied, suppressing his anger. 'I really just want to strangle her to death!' His tone was deep.
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