The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 161

"He and Summer went over there. They must have stayed there last night." Jazz was upset and

irritated when talking about this.

Yvette hit the spoon on the table with a loud clunk." She shows no respect for me at all!"

"Mom, why do you say that?" Jazz was not too happy. He frowned and retorted, "It was only natural for

her t o visit her family a day after New Year. Since Mark did not come home yesterday, they must have

discussed and agreed to do so. Can you just leave them alone?”

They visited Summer's parents yesterday and had not returned since then. They must have stayed at

the house of Summer’s parents last night.

Only then did it hit Raine, whose hands holding the bowl of soup tightened. She found that her

understanding of Mark was getting foggier.

And Mark seemed to stray off his original course.

Her heart ached, the feelings of pins and needles spreading all over her body. She even had slight

difficulty breathing.

She put down the bowl and got up, the muscles of her cheeks stiffening. "Please excuse me."

And she left the table.

Jazz’s words got on Yvette's nerves as if adding fuel to the fire. "Who are you talking about right now,

Jazz?"

"I am not referring to any person. I am just telling things as they are." Jazz leaned back in the chair."

Don’t you think you are micromanaging?"

"What do you mean by micromanaging? What is wrong with a mother-in-law who is concerned for her

daughter-in-law, and a mother who is concerned for her son?"

It was painful talking to her. Jazz felt that she was distorting what he meant. "There is nothing wrong

with having concerns. But I am not talking about that. Don't you think you are too strict with Summer?"

Yvette looked Jazz in the eyes, disgruntled. "What do you mean by I am too strict with her?"

Obviously, she just would not get it. The more he talked, the deeper he was digging himself into a hole.

Yvette would only become more agitated and fall into extremity.

Besides, their relationship would also deteriorate. So there was no need to prolong the quarrel.

Jazz stopped and tried to divert her attention before the situation went too far enough. "Don't you like

fish fillet, Mom? Today's fish fillet is umami.”

"You haven't answered my question: what do you mean by I am too strict with Summer? Before

outsiders even say anything, my son has started to despise me. I have got to find out why."

Yvette's expression changed. She would not stop until her son gave her an explanation. She could not

accept that her son described her in that way.

"I am just kidding. Come on, try the fish fillet, Mom." Jazz smiled, his charming eyes squinting into slits This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

as he tried to avoid further conflict and pushed a plate of fish fillet in front of her.

“Jazz, why are you speaking in favor of Summer? I remember when you called me at night some time

back, wanting me to ask your brother to bail out your class teacher from the police station. Was that

class teacher Summer?" Yvette suddenly recalled that previous incident.

"It has been so long. Why do you still want to talk about it?" Jazz said.

"The police will not arrest and send someone to jail for no reason. She was locked up for a reason,

which is enough to show that she has questionable personality and character."

Jazz was not too happy to hear that. So he retorted, "I told you she had a good reason."