The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 590

"So what if he is in prison. The fact that he is alive, is evident that he is blessed with longevity. Only the dumb and miserable deserves to fall to his death!"

Slap

Just as she finished speaking, Yvette's face was struck by a vigorous slap. A bright red palm mark was left on her cheek.

Summer had slapped her. She had done it with all her might, that even her hands became numb.

She could withstand her humiliation, but for her to insult her father was unforgivable!

"How dare you hit me! Mark, didn’t you see it, this pestilent and despicable woman hit your mother. Did you see it?"

Yvette was baffled after the slap. After regaining her senses, she pointed at her face, parading the fresh evidence in front of her son.

"If you had enough, stop it now. Return to Valentine Mansion!” Mark raised his elegant brows high. He was slowly losing his patience with Yvette.

That slap, he would neither abhor nor loathe her. It was his mother's own words that had provoked her and crossed the line...

Daisy steadied herself. She was still trembling due to her anger. She faced Summer and said, "You heard her insult your father. She said your father deserved it, that he fell and died because he was miserable. Do you understand now?"

"Mom!” She reached out to support her.

However, Daisy appeared stern and shook off her grip, "Answer me, do you or do you not understand?”

Every step she took made Mark's heart sink a little. The burden burgeoned, and finally, it was as though a rock was placed on top of it. Its weight seemed to suffocate him, so he raised his hands and rigorously loosened his necktie.

At last, she stood still and faced the portrait; raising her hand, she pledged, "I, Summer Hart, from this day forth, should I have any relation with the Valentine family, shall be punished with billows from heavens, and d—"

Before she could say 'die', Mark had threaded forward and grabbed her hand, his gaze fixed on her deeply.

Her every word was like a deadly weapon fitted with the sharpest blade that slashed through his heart, splitting its flesh to bring forth a bloodied river.

She dug her nails into his palms and stared at him for a moment. Then, she closed her eyes, shook off his hand with all her might, and turned around, "I-I shall b e punished with billows from the heavens, and die!"

As soon as she shook off his hands, their arms separated, and they no longer felt each other's warmth.