The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 86

Summer spent the night tossing the turning, barely even closed her eyes. She only started to feel the

overwhelming sleepiness when the night shifted to day.

She got herself out of bed and headed to the washroom, washing her face with cold water to give

herself an instant refresher.

As she was walking down the stairs, she saw the old lady dozing off on the sofa. It was apparent that

she did not have a good sleep yesterday.

Summer put a blanket on her and whipped out her phone, trying to get a hold of Mark.

Two seconds, three seconds, five seconds, seven seconds...

"Hello..."

When Summer heard the ever so familiar deep voice from the other end, she felt as if a huge weight

was lifted from her heart and soul, "Have you reached? Are you okay?"

"Yes..." he gave an unusual short reply.

After a short pause, she asked: "How about Ronald? Is he okay?"

"He's fine..." he answered shortly once again. However, Summer could sense annoyance from his tone

as he proceeded to say: "Anything else?"

"Nope. Anyway, please"

Mark cut her off before she could finish her sentence," I'm really busy, see ya-she didn't say she was

hurt"

Summer didn’t understand the last line, 'she didn’t say she was hurt? Who is she?'

But she did not think much about it; she knew that he was busy. She figured that she should not bother

him, so she sent him a text instead.

'Please take care of yourself and be safe. Keep an eye out for any aftershocks, and be safe on your

way back ... home...’

'Home', she was debating whether she should use this word. She deleted and retyped it three times

before she put herself together and decided to send the text message to Mark. 1

After sending the text message, Summer could not stop looking at her phone. She was expecting to

receive a reply from him, even if it was as short as the letter 'K'.

But five minutes passed, and her phone screen was still black. 'He is probably really busy now.'

She was now all by herself in Norwood. She had lost the mood to enjoy her honeymoon, especially

after the earthquake had happened. All she wanted was just to return to Santabaca.

Summer recalled Mark saying that he will head back t o Santabaca after he was done in Grudin North.

She figured that she should stay in the Valentine mansion for a peace of mind so she could be the first

person to see him when he returns to Santabaca.

Once she had made up her mind, she told Ms. Moore about her decision. Though it was a shame to

see her leave so soon, the old lady did not make her stay. She just wished Summer a safe journey

home.

Summer nodded with a big grin before grabbing Ms. Moore for a tight bear hug. She then packed her

bags and made her way to the airport.

Sitting alone on an airplane felt different from sitting with somebody else - it felt lonely.

Although she stayed up the whole night, she still was not sleepy. All she could do was to watch the

clouds pass her by through the small window.

It was already noon when she reached the Valentine mansion. Both Yvette and Jazz were away,

making an appearance at a charity event.

She unpacked her bags and kept aside the souvenirs that she brought back from Norwood, planning to

visit her parents at home for a while.

When she arrived, she opened the front door that led t o their living room - what she saw shocked her.

The living room was in a mess; it looked like a crime scene. Everything they had was scattered all

around the floor.

"Mom, mom! What happened here? Did a robber get i n? Have you called the police?"

She entered the room as she was yelling until she met a group of men in their suits. They were pulling This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Amara’s hair, a sharp knife in hand.

Sitting on the side of the bed was her father, Soloman, consoling her shaking mother, Daisy.

Judging by the situation, Summer already knew what happened. Amara was a stubborn gambling

addict; it was clear that she had no money with her, which led t o the men barging into their home.

As soon as she laid eyes on Summer, Amara’s eyes lit u p. She saw a chance of redemption and

grabbed it.

She confidently told the group of men: "This is my sister, the wife of President Valentine. I'm sure

you've heard of Santabaca’s well known Valentine group, yeah? She has plenty of money. Go get it

from her!"