Semua Bab The President's Accidental Wife: Bab 561 - Bab 570

“Why did Mr. Valentine say that horchata was addictive?” The doctor was puzzled, and he could not agree with Mark’s conclusion. Horchata was a healthy food. “They have been eating horchata for a week, but they are not tired of it.” In short, the way the two of them liked horchata that much was beyond reason. “But it could also be possible that the beverage shop makes superb beverages.” The doctor glanced across the room and saw the half bowl of horchata. “Mr. Valentine, could I take this half bowl of horchata away?” “Sure.” Charlotte was on IV therapy and asleep now, her little face still pale. But the doctor told him she was fine. Charlotte was discharged in the afternoon. Mark instructed his assistant, Harry, to take care of the discharge procedures and prepare to take the mother and daughter back to the apartment. “Bring her home,” Solomon said. Charlotte was still weak and needed care, and he and Daisy were at home every day; they could take care of Charlotte. Besid

No one, except Ronald and Samantha, had the motive and reason to do so. His Adam’s apple rolled up and down his throat. Mark summoned Harry in and instructed him to follow Ronald. He now needed to confirm his suspicion. After Harry left, Mark leaned back in the leather chair and was deep in thought, his mood somber like a room that was engulfed in darkness. Meanwhile, the owner of the restaurant had not yet received the instruction not to add additives to the food. So additives were still being added in the horchata. Someone had given the restaurant a generous sum of money, $800,000, to add a high dose of additives in the horchata. Was there a problem? $800,000 for adding some food additives that made people get addicted to the horchata.  It was the man in suit who requested the restaurant to sell horchata, which was not on the menu originally. The restaurant thought why not since it was a nutritious dish and adding a little food additive would do no harm. The restauran

But he had time, and he would investigate the matter thoroughly. Everything needed evidence. Afterwards, Mark asked a few men to protect Summer secretly, while looking for suspicious places and clues that he might have missed. Ronald was a dab hand at pretending, and he was extremely careful. He could think of whatever Mark could think of. So before doing this, he had already considered all possibilities, and made sure that he left no loose ends. Samantha refused to get treatment now because it caused her more and more pain. Besides, she could not stand to see herself getting uglier. The doctor was here again, but she refused. She had had enough of chemotherapy. She stood her ground. The doctor had no choice but to go to Ronald, telling him that the patient’s condition would only get worse if she kept on refusing treatment. “Chemotherapy is required before bone marrow transplantation. You can’t recover if you refuse to go through the process,” Ronald said helplessly. 

In an abandoned old factory on the outskirts of the city, Summer was still curled up unconscious on the ground. A man with short build was just standing beside, keeping an eye on her. …  The next morning Solomon was the first to get up. Upon returning from a morning jog, he walked in when he saw the door of Summer’s room wide open. The room was neat and clean, and the quilt was neatly folded on the bed. He wondered if she did not come home last night or that she had gone out again after coming home. Daisy had made breakfast and brought it to the table. “Has Summer not come back yet?” “I will call Mommy.” Charlotte skipped away to get the phone. She held the phone and made the call. Seconds later, she had a frustrated look on her face, telling them that her mom’s phone was turned off. So she called her dad. “You are up so early, sweetie?” Mark’s gentle voice came through electromagnetic waves. “Daddy, you didn’t take me along when you took Mommy out to have fun yester

She gritted her teeth, and placed the phone beneath her just like that. With her back facing the two of them, she turned it on. The phone had been in silent mode all the time. She scrambled to open the message box. The last text message was sent to her by Mark, and the next one was from Solomon. So the two messages were next to each other. The voice of conversation and footsteps were approaching behind her. She glanced at the phone with the corner of her eyes as she opened a message box to type a message. She did not realize that she had not opened Mark’s message but Solomon’s. While paying attention to the sound behind her, she quickly tapped on the screen with her fingers, cautiously, not making the slightest sound. ‘Mark, Ronald abducted me. He wants to take away my baby in the womb and then extract my bone marrow. The doctor is on the way. I am in a—’ Before she could finish composing the message, she heard footsteps behind her. A shadow shrouded her. Obviously, Ronald wa