The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 580

"No, I can go by myself." She gently but determinedly pushed Jazz’s hand away.

"Now you don’t even want to associate with your student, do you? This is a remote place; you can't get a taxi here. Are you going to walk in the rain all night back into the city? What about Charlotte-who will take care of her?"

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard him mention Charlotte. She remained silent but let Jazz lead her into the car.

Mark was standing still, watching the two slowly disappear from his sight.

His hair was all wet, and the rainwater trickled down his face, along the bridge of his tall nose, and then onto his lips.

He walked back to the tombstone and slumped down o n the ground, closing his eyes as he let the rain beat down on him.

Back at home, water dripping from Summer's body wet the floor. Charlotte had cried for a few days, wanting to see her grandpa.

Daisy grabbed something from her side and hurled it over to Summer when she saw Summer was back. "

Get out of here! Get out of here! Leave!"

"Mom," she cried out to her softly.

"Leave now! Do you want to see me die in front of you, too? You will only be happy if I die in front of you, right? It was you who stubbornly wanted to be with him even though we were against it!"

Daisy could not accept the fact that Solomon had passed away. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Summer did not dodge, but let the object hit her. Charlotte came out and cried when she saw Summer’s forehead bleeding.

What used to be a happy, harmonious family had now broken apart.

She bit her lower lip, her mouth filled with blood, and her heart of bitterness and pain.

Summer burst into tears at hearing Charlotte's words. She felt as if someone was grabbing her chest; it hurt. I t really hurt. And then she thought of...

She brought along her dad’s most favorite cup with her when she left home.

Half an hour later, Grace arrived to pick them up. She let out a long sigh when she saw Summer.

Summer had lost so much weight in just a few days. Grace felt sorry for her, thinking of comforting her. But knowing how much Summer had gone through, she did not want to annoy her.

"Your weight loss program is pretty successful, eh? But the appearance of beauty comes from the soul.

You don’t need to go to the extremes, do you?" Grace was never good at comforting others.

She wished she could comfort Summer to lessen her grief, but she just did not know how.