It was nighttime. Mark only entered the ward after everyone had left. Ms. Moore’s body had already been placed in the mortuary refrigerator. He just sat next to the mortuary refrigerator and stared at Ms. Moore. She appeared to be serene and calm. However, she would never call him “Mark” or act with a child-like demeanor toward him anymore. Ms. Moore enjoyed being goofy and childish around Mark. She loved him the most. Ever since he was young, she would save up all the good food for him. She would only bring them out once he was in Norwood. It seemed that she had done it for such a long time that it became a habit. Even when he was over 20 years old, that habit of hers never changed at all. Every time she opened her mouth to speak, it would always be, “Our dearest Mark.” She would always talk about him. Therefore, none of the servants who worked for her would have no idea that she had a grandson named Mark. From now on, there would not be anyone who acted like an old child, w
“Grandma has left us…” After a long while, a deep suppressed voice came through. It was so deep that Summer could sense a strong feeling of depression on the other end of the phone. It was suffocating. ‘She left…’ Considering his feelings and depressive emotions, it was not hard for Summer to make a guess. The “left” he meant was not just leaving a place, it might be… Summer felt some dryness in her throat. Her drowsiness was also gone. She held her phone tightly and responded, “When did this happen? Are you—” ‘Okay?’ She had not finished uttering the last word, but the call ended because the other side had hung up. With furrowed brows, Summer did not really sleep for the rest of the night. She did not know if her guess was right or wrong. However, she selfishly wished in her heart that Ms. Moore was safe and sound, sitting on the couch while feeding cats. The next morning, Daisy made breakfast while Summer washed up in the bathroom. At that moment, there was a knock on the
The security at the villa was tight. Only those with an access card could enter. The parking lots were all filled with vehicles. At first glance, all that could be seen were cars and not human heads. Seeing this, Summer hesitated a little. She did not want to meet Yvette, but Yvette would most definitely be there. Then again, they had reached the gate outside of the villa already. There was no reason for her to not enter, right? Holding Charlotte’s hands, she walked to the front of the villa. Wreaths and ribbons of condolences stretched from the doorway of the villa to the hall. All the people who were there looked somber and solemn. They were all people of status and prestige. Taking in a short breath, she walked to the doorway of the villa. As expected, Yvette was standing there, dressed in full black. Her eyes were puffy and red. Raine was standing by her side and holding her arm, comforting as well as supporting her. As Summer walked over, she appeared to be distantly pol
Now that Ms. Moore was gone, Mark obviously felt the pain more than anyone else. He had not gotten any sleep for the past three days. He had stayed by Ms. Moore’s side at the mortuary refrigerator day and night. He never closed his eyes for a second. The consecutive strain on his physical and mental body almost caused him a sudden death. He could not find any place to relax or vent, so he had been very depressed. Now that he could hug Summer’s tender body in his arms and smell her delicate fragrance, he could finally release all his tension. Mark’s strength was so great that it was as if he wanted to embed Summer’s whole being into his body. He hugged her tightly, very tightly. “Are you okay?” After a long while, Summer opened her mouth to speak. “Mmm…” he answered in a hoarse voice. It carried an inexplicable dryness in that atmosphere. “How did Ms. Moore suddenly end up in this state?” “Cerebral hemorrhage…” “How many days have you been up?” This time, he did not
The past three days had been stressful for Mark. It was natural that he needed rest. He lay on her lap and closed his eyes. After a while, he fell asleep.Yvette stood outside the room, fuming with rage. Flames of fury rose to her chest, burning as if they were about to explode!She was here to pick up some things. Never had she expected to see this.The passing of Ms. Moore had left her almost at the brink of a breakdown. Her mood had just gotten better. But now, the negative emotions were overwhelmingly triggered again.Summer gazed at Mark’s charming face silently and let out a sigh; she moved him carefully to the sofa and planned to get a glass of water.The moment she stepped out, she ran into Yvette, who was standing outside the door, and they bumped into each other...Accidentally, Summer stepped on Yvette's foot. She quickly moved her foot away the moment she heard a weird shriek of pain."You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Yvette held a cold gaze. She stared at Summer
Mark’s handsome face darkened a little. Without a word, he put his phone into his blazer’s pocket. Then, he went ahead and greeted all the guests that came. He was cold and distant, yet polite. “Mark, where’s your car key? I’ll borrow it for a while. Mom said that Dad is on the plane now and he’ll arrive soon. I’m going to pick him up.” Mark threw the car keys over and turned around. His gaze landed on Ms. Moore’s black and white picture. She was smiling at him as usual, and it was as if she had never left before. However, some people would eventually leave, and there was no possibility for them to return. Ms. Moore’s passing had also impacted Gordon a lot. Both of them had been madly in love with each other, and their relationship had never changed over the years. Now that Ms. Moore had passed on, Gordon had also collapsed. In the afternoon, Ronald arrived with a hurried look on his face. It looked like he had been in a rush. He met Mark’s eyes at once and asked, “Where’s
“My bank card is in my wallet. It contains $3,000,000. Take it with you. If it isn’t enough, just give me a call. I’ll transfer more for you.” “Okay, I’m hanging up now.” As soon as her voice fell, the lady hung up immediately. At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Ronald casually left his phone at the side and walked over to open the door. It was Yvette. “It’s quite late already, would you like to have some food?” “Maybe later. I’ll wait till dinner time when everyone is eating together.” In between those words, Ronald stretched his hands toward Yvette’s shoulder. “You’ve been working hard the entire time.” Yvette’s face seemed tired, but hearing that, she shook her head. “Whatever my dad or Mark said just now, don’t take it to heart. They’re just not in a good mood.” Indeed, Gordon’s attitude toward Ronald was lukewarm. He did not even bother to glance at Ronald for a second or utter a single word. “I understand. It is excusable.” “How long will you be stayin
No one knew who was on the other end of the phone. It seemed like a friend because his expression appeared gentle. Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it had been for days. Early in the morning, Summer went to the dressing room and started with her makeup. Grace and Sherman had arrived too. Grace did not look quite well, while Sherman seemed a lot calmer in contrast. “What happened to you?” Sherman looked at Grace. “You appear to be in a bad mood.” “It’s that old guy from the Morgan family! There are so many rules that he can publish a book about them already. Everything I do is not good in his eyes. He’s always trying to find fault with me.” Sitting on the couch, Grace fumed with rage as soon as she spoke about it. “That’s how it is after marriage. You don’t get to do things the way you want. You should also work on your temper. The more rules they have, the more you just have to take it as a learning point.” While she ran through her shiny curly hair, Grace’s red lip