Raine did not want to hear it, so she packed her suitcase. “Maybe I am good-for-nothing, or maybe it is fate. I will only admit that I drugged the mushroom soup. You don’t have to worry about it, Yvette.” Yvette’s brow crumpled like an old bill, as she was utterly disappointed with Raine. “Where are you going? You are not going anywhere until Summer leaves Mark.” “Commander Angelo is still here, Yvette. Actually, I don’t want to tell him about this, so the decision is in your hands.” Raine shrugged it off and reminded Yvette. Yvette knew Raine was threatening her. It was only by now that she knew Raine was an ingrate who still thought about biting back at her, and the mother-daughter trio was up to no good. Raine would resign to her fate, but it did not mean that Yvette would. It was Sunday again in the blink of an eye. A woman and a man were lying on their sides as sunlight shone through the window curtains. Summer was curled up like a ball, while Mark hugged her from behi
It was not until noon that Summer woke up at leisure. In fact, she woke up hungry. She raised her hands and casually tied up her hair with ribbons, and felt an indescribable sense of casualness. She had not eaten spaghetti for a long time and was now craving it. Mark and Charlotte had no objection, and so the three of them went to a nearby Italian restaurant. The weather had gotten colder than before. Charlotte did not have any coats, so they went to a mall and bought bags of clothes. Charlotte picked a small pink coat, Summer a tassel jacket, and Mark a black trench coat. After checking the date, Summer did not plan to accompany Mark back to his office. Instead, she wanted to go to the cemetery because she missed her dad. “I will go with you.” Mark wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Nodding, she went to the florist and bought a bouquet. It was still sunny in the morning, but now it was overcast with clouds, and it seemed that it would not be long before it rained.
She nodded. The two of them sat on the bench with her head on his shoulders and her eyes closed. After a while, the doors of the emergency room opened, and the doctor walked out. “The patient has high blood pressure, plus the shortness of breath. That was why she fainted. She is fine now.” Summer was relieved. She saw Mark out and then returned inside. Mark’s face was sullen, like dark clouds in the night sky. He glanced at her a few times before getting into the car. No one knew what was on his mind. All he thought was that he could not bear to leave her alone; he did not want to, but he knew he must not agitate Daisy again. Daisy had regained her consciousness. Summer took a deep breath and walked in. “Mom.” “Cut off your relationship with him immediately!” Daisy’s breath was still rapid, her chest heaving. Summer stayed silent as she brought her water and peeled an apple for her, but refused to respond. Daisy was still furious, throwing the apple and sweeping the glass
“I want to be by your side at this moment as I don’t want you to face it and bear it alone, do you understand?” Summer nodded. “But she will get emotional whenever she sees you. You must not appear in front of her.” “Yes, I can’t appear in front of her, but I can in front of you. Open the window if you want to see me.” Her brows were knitted together tightly as she walked over, opened the window, and poked her head out. There she saw the silhouette of a tall guy. He was wearing the windbreaker he just bought earlier today, leaning against the car, holding a mobile phone with his left hand to his ear and an umbrella in his right. The raindrops falling from the night sky made a constant pitter patter on his umbrella. He was looking up at her, squinting his eyes, as if he was gazing into her soul. “Are you seeing me?” “Mm.” She could hear the thumping of her heart. “Can you bear with her?” he asked, his long fingers clenching the phone harder without him consciously knowing.
Summer’s eyes were moist with emotion. “I hate you for sweet talking me tonight—you made me feel so touched.” “Only when you are touched, you will not leave me. I will only sweet talk you from now on.” His voice became hoarse. “No, I don’t want it. I am having goosebumps all over my body.” He chuckled. He chuckled, looking at her helplessly. “Has anyone ever told you that you are a buzzkiller?” She thought for a moment and chuckled. “Yeah, do you remember the first time we met? You sang I Can Love You Like That, and I sang Never Ever. I am not just a buzzkiller but also have an explosive energy and a dry sense of humor.” “I can see that.” He played along. “Go back in. I will take Charlotte home.” “Okay. Remember to send her to school tomorrow morning. I won’t go back tonight. But I am not sure about tomorrow. So I will call you then.” The next morning, when Summer woke up, Daisy was already awake. She was looking out of the window, appearing calm. But this behavior of Dai
“The way you said it sounded as if I owed it to her. Leave. I don't want to see you! I will think of your sick parents whenever I see you. I thought they were well-bred; obviously I was wrong.” “You have always been kind, and you have liked me too, haven’t you?” “I like you?” Daisy sneered, her breathing becoming rapid again, and her body started to shake. “I like anyone but the son of my husband’s murderers. You’re foolish!” “Is it I or you who is foolish?” Mark asked. He left the ward, and Daisy’s vision went dark and she fainted again. Summer had bought pumpkin soup and hot chocolate. Upon hearing from the doctor that Daisy had been rushed into the emergency room, she panicked and frowned. “She was still fine when I left. What happened after that?” “She got emotional again.” She sat down on a bench and waited. An hour later, Daisy was out of the emergency room, but was on an oxygen mask. She slept for another two hours before regaining consciousness. “Didn’t I tell you
“You mean my mom has a mental problem?” “Yes, the patient shows signs of a mental problem. She seems to be trapped in a downward mental health spiral: stubbornness, digging herself a deep hole, and paranoia.” Summer nodded as she listened carefully. Those signs were indeed showing in her mom. “But you must be easy on her and don’t agitate her anymore. You know, people who are too paranoid sometimes do things they can’t even imagine.” “Do you have any psychologist to recommend, doctor?” … Harry and the secretary were waiting with bated breath outside the conference room. Senior executives of the company, and the president of another company were sitting at the table. Something was amiss with the company’s president today. Mark usually entered the meeting room with his phone in silent mode, but not today. He strode out of the meeting and answered the phone when his phone rang. After just talking for a minute or two, he sat down, motionless. Seemingly, the other side had
Cold sweat was trickling down Harry’s forehead. He wondered what had caused Mark to blow his gasket. Life is hard for an employee. All documents—with and without errors—had been returned to him, and he had to redo them all. It would be a bad day for the managers of various departments. Harry sighed as he carried the stack of files out of Mark’s office like an office boy. But before he closed the door behind him, he noticed Mark was keeping his eyes on the phone beside him all the time. Was he waiting for Summer to say sorry first? Whoops, this was an arrogant company’s president. The doctor handed Summer a business card of the best psychologist in Santabaca. The treatment would not come cheap, but that was not a problem. As long as Daisy could return to normal and no longer had to suffer, Summer was willing to spend the money. She called the psychologist right away and was lucky to get an appointment with him in the same afternoon. She was overjoyed. She wasted no time to