The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 80

"Of course, I know. I raised you and Mark. It is good if you and Mark could be together. I have gone through a lot in the past three years. I am not so obstinately insistent anymore. You are still young. I don’t want you to live your life with regret and hate me because o f this.

Raine sneered. She did not feel the slightest joy but a hint of hatred.

"It would have been nice had you told me this three years ago. But now it is too late." Mark was married, and she was engaged. 1

"I have never understood Mark, even as a father. But one thing is for sure; he marries that woman not because he loves her. It is not set in stone, and it is never too late. You know better than anyone else if he still has feelings for you."

"Things are not that simple. There is still your wife there I should think about."

She would never forget how Yvette lay in front of her, blood oozing out as Yvette cut herself with a blade.

"You could not handle her paranoid and blunt behavior, but not Mark. Otherwise, she wouldn't have threatened you not to tell Mark what she said and did."

Raine listened with emotion; she knew that what

Ronald said was right. 1 "You are as rational as you are emotional, but don't get too hard on yourself. You should rely on a man emotionally and trust him. Had you trusted Mark and let him handle things at the beginning, things would not have ended up this way," Ronald said.

She said nothing.

"Yes, I was insistent and Yvette was adamant to stop you. But you did not have a solution, too, and you chose to compromise. So it was not only my fault but also yours that caused this situation."

While speaking, Ronald looked down at the time; it was 10:00 pm.

He stood up, patted Raine on the shoulder, and said earnestly. "In fact, the biggest dread is for one to make the same mistake over and over again until one reaches the point of no return. I have said so much, but the choice is up to you. It is getting late now. Take a good rest."

Ronald had left, but his words fell on her like a boulder slammed into the calm surface of her heart.

"Of course, it is the scenery, Ms. Moore." Summer laughed amusedly.

She was surprised by how natural she was when facing the old lady. There was without the slightest feeling of strangeness and awkwardness.

The old lady petted the cat lying on her lap and then put on her reading glasses. "I would say you are more beautiful than the scenery. Isn’t it, Mark?"

Mark was sitting on the settee, his eyes landing on the blushed cheeks of Summer. "It is all right."

"Did you mean the scenery or the person?" the old lady asked again.

"Both are all right." His voice deepened.