The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 55

Contrary to Summer's usual soft pink cheeks, the slap mark was too much of an eyesore to Mark.

Feeling displeased, he suddenly clenched his fist.

She looked at him, gave him a faint smile, and then turned to the reporters.

"I have every right to hold you accountable for the harm you have done to me today. Just wait and

see!"

Despite her weak breath, she had a determined look o n her face. She gripped the corner of Mark’s

sweater and glanced up at him once she finished her words. Gritting her teeth, she said, "My stomach

hurts.

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Smoldering anger flashed from Mark's eyes. Without hesitation, he strode out.

When the reporters saw that, they moved their feet, wanting to leave the office. Mr. Valentine was too

intimidating. They should leave as quickly as possible.

Nevertheless, Mark paused. He turned around and looked back with icy, cold eyes.

"Where are you going? We need to talk. From now on, n o one will leave the office...” His voice was

cold.

In the hospital.

Summer had been wheeled into the emergency room, and she was still there. Mark leaned his tall body

against the wall, looking cold and gloomy.

"Mark, how is Ms. Hart... How is Summer now?”

Jazz rushed to the hospital as soon as he saw the news. He did not even have time to change his work

clothes. He looked hurried and worried. In the middle of the conversation, the doctor opened the door

of the operating room and came out. He took off his mask and said, "Mr. Valentine..."

"How is she?" Mark frowned and stood up immediately.

"The patient's condition is fairly stable. Her lower body is bleeding, but fortunately, the impact is not too

serious. She will recover in a few days."

"After all," the doctor said, "the patient is pregnant now, so it’s better to be careful."

Mark turned to look at Jazz. "You go to the ward first. Take care of your sister-in-law..."

Jazz nodded and then asked, "Where are you going?"

"To take care of something..." He pulled his thin lips; his eyes narrowed slightly.

After lying in the hospital bed for some time, Summer’s eyelids moved gently. She slowly opened her

eyes.

When Jazz saw it, his handsome face lit up with joy. I n his excitement, he held her soft hand tightly in

his big hands.

“How's the baby?" She asked anxiously, panting.

"The baby is fine. The doctor says you and the baby are all fine. You just need to rest for a few days."

After a short pause, he asked with worry, "Do you feel any discomfort? Should we call a doctor?

Where's the water? Would you like some?"

During their time together, he deliberately did not call her Ms. Hart or his sister-in-law.

Summer was relieved that the thing she had been worried about was finally over. Her tense body could

finally relax.

She shook her head and coughed uncomfortably, one after another, dry and hoarse.

The next second, Jazz’s big hand was on her back, patting her slowly. He asked her carefully, "Does it

hurt?"

"I'm fine, Jazz, just a little sore throat. I’m feeling better."

As she was speaking, her eyes swept around the ward, but she did not find the man. She could not

help feeling a strong sense of disappointment.

Just then, a phone rang. Jazz picked up the phone. It was Yvette.

"Jazz, could you reach your brother?" Yvette's tone did not sound very good.

Jazz could tell it, so he frowned with suspicion. "What happened, Mom?”

"Turn on the TV, and you'll see. Also, contact your brother and tell him to come home first!"