She then got up and went over to the police station. She turned herself in, and accepted any interrogation from the police.
She revealed every single detail of her act, including the amount of alcohol she had with her and the process of her starting the fire. Nothing was left out from her confessional statement.
Her surrounding was pitch black, but Yvette’s heart was still and at peace. She had just confessed everything thoroughly, from the start to the end.
Summer was getting some rest at the other side of the police station when the police officers went over to her. They opened the door to let her out.
Not even bothering to look at them, Summer just continued laying there motionless. She immediately said, "I’m not feeling so well so I can’t really walk around. I’ve already made an appeal too."
"Someone turned themselves in, so you may leave now." The policewoman was emotionless as she spoke.
'Someone turned themselves in?' Summer's eyes widened slightly as she was truly shocked. 'Did Yvette confess? This is not her way of doing things.'
Summer followed the policewoman out of her cell and was met with Yvette, who was being brought in by other police officers. She was already in her prison
uniform when they crossed paths. Just when they were about to walk past each other, Yvette stopped walking and stared at Summer straight in the eyes." You're curious as to why I am doing this, right?”
Summer nodded as she really could not wrap her head around why she turned herself in. She could not figure out what was going on in her head.
"Just as you said, I'm not saving you. I'm only doing this to save myself. It’s just that simple." Yvette did not continue any further after saying that. Before she entered her cell, she left Summer with a few more words. "Charlotte is in Valentine mansion."
During the past few days, every second felt like an hour to Yvette. Her heart was filled with worries and torment. Part of it was because her son was still lying i n the hospital bed unconscious, another part of it was because she was afraid that her doings would be brought to light, and a small part of it was because of Summer Hart.
"Mommy, when is Daddy waking up? He has been sleeping for a few days now, is he really that sleepy?"
Summer bent down and carried Charlotte up in her arms. "Call him Daddy three times a day and he will wake up very soon."
Charlotte nodded, looking like she was deep in her thoughts as she sniffled. "I'll call him Daddy once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening." "Good girl." Summer then looked towards Mark, and said, "From today onwards, I'll read you the newspaper and talk to you every day. But if you continue to let me talk to myself for a long period of time, I might just lose my patience. You should know how bad I am at being patient."
She stroked his face while she was talking, starting from his forehead to his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lastly, his lips...
His lips were still the same as before. They were scarlet red, beautiful and sexy. Summer bent forward and kissed them with her lips. His lips had no warmth, and they were rather cold. She thought to herself, 'Would they get warmer if I kissed him longer?'
Charlotte covered her tiny mouth with her hands as she chuckled mischievously. "You're taking advantage of Daddy, Mommy!"
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