The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 561

"Why did Mr. Valentine say that horchata was addictive?" The doctor was puzzled, and he could not agree with Mark's conclusion. Horchata was a healthy food.

"They have been eating horchata for a week, but they are not tired of it.” In short, the way the two of them liked horchata that much was beyond reason.

"But it could also be possible that the beverage shop makes superb beverages." The doctor glanced across the room and saw the half bowl of horchata. "Mr.

Valentine, could I take this half bowl of horchata away?"

"Sure."

Charlotte was on IV therapy and asleep now, her little face still pale. But the doctor told him she was fine.

Charlotte was discharged in the afternoon. Mark instructed his assistant, Harry, to take care of the discharge procedures and prepare to take the mother and daughter back to the apartment.

"Bring her home," Solomon said.

Charlotte was still weak and needed care, and he and Daisy were at home every day; they could take care of Charlotte.

Besides, the two of them had always been clinging to each other, so it was time to go home. But Summer was stubborn; she brought Charlotte back to her apartment.

And they also had their own plans. Dean loved Charlotte, and Charlotte also loved Dean, but they were not related by blood, and he was not Charlotte's biological father.

Spending time together with Dean had also given Charlotte the opportunity to feel the fatherly love that she lacked during her childhood. Now it was time for Summer to return to reality and move on. 2

Mark narrowed his eyes, his lips moving after he heard what Solomon said. He wanted to say something, but he did not say it.

Summer and he had been together for so long, but Solomon and Daisy's lukewarm attitude toward him was clear; they preferred Dean as their son-in-law.

His eyes were half-closed, and his brows were knitted together slightly.

He could not get used to her absence even for a second. Now he wondered how he had gotten by alone in the past.

He poured himself a glass of water and took a sip; he had quit drinking and smoking. While his mind drifted away, the phone on the settee rang.

He walked over, picked up the phone, and answered with a deep and emotionless voice. "What is it?”

"Mr. Valentine, we found a special food additive in the horchata we brought back."

"Explain it clearly." His brows were knitted together even tighter, and his voice deepened even further.