The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 659

Her face turned pale, and she was sweating profusely. She shook her head vigorously. 'I cannot go to jail. I cannot go to jail...’

Afterward, she went to the hospital. Seeing an unconscious Mark, she sprawled on the bed. She was s o remorseful that she wanted to stab herself.

Charlotte remained at Valentine Mansion. When Yvette returned at night and saw her, she was filled with guilt and thought of Summer.

She headed upstairs into her room without eating anything. She lay in bed and closed her eyes. The terror she had experienced these few days had been too much for her to bear.

The moment she closed her eyes, her nightmare began. It pranced before her ostentatiously like a monster. Then, she dreamt of Summer. Summer was holding a knife and chasing after her relentlessly.

Yvette woke up in the middle of the night due to the fright and could not return to sleep. She sat curling up at the edge of the bed and was sweating profusely.

It was a sleepless night for her. She appeared to be in a trance, hallucinating that someone was trying to stab her from behind.

Summer was locked up in a prison cell. She telephoned her lawyer to appeal for the case to be

reinvestigated.

Yvette was drinking mushroom soup, but her thoughts had drifted far away, and the soup in her spoon spilled onto her dress.

"Madam, your soup is spilling over," the man called out.

"Ah!" Yvette screamed. She flung away the spoon and breathed heavily. She calmed down only after regaining her senses.

The appeal for reinvestigation was a complicated and time-consuming procedure. During the waiting period, Summer did not notify Daisy as she did not want her to worry.

Despite the furor, she did not call Gordon or Jazz. She was fearful of breaking the news.

She was unaware of what led her to this extent. She would dream of Summer every night. Every time she heard Summer’s name, she would shudder in horror...

It was an inexplicable fear that reverberated from within her bones, and it was cold and frigid.

The night in autumn was also very chilly, and she curled up in a daze on the bench in the backyard.

For the first two days, Charlotte remained sound. But o n the third day, she became restless. She kept crying for mommy and could not be coaxed.

Observing Charlotte’s sniveling from afar, Yvette walked up and took her into her arms.