The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 196

Jazz’s words had undoubtedly agitated Yvette even more. She raised her hand and slapped him one

more time.

Raine could not bear to see this and stepped forward t o intervene. She grabbed Yvette’s hand.

’’Enough, Yevette."

Raine felt a sense of relief when she heard what Jazz said. She even took delight at that and could not

describe that feeling in words.

Mark did not sleep with Summer because he loved her, but because he was drunk.

This revelation made her feel better compared to the depressed and anxious state she was in for the

past few days. At this time, the corners of her mouth turned up involuntarily in a smile.

Summer gripped at Jazz's arm to motion him not to speak anymore. She looked at his red and swollen

face with concern. Why did he want to get himself involved?

But Jazz did not listen, and he continued to speak." Why do you insult Summer without knowing the

facts?”

Yvette was so furious that she became short of breath

and words stuck in her throat.

Upon seeing this, Raine quickly reached to pat Yvette o n the back and looked over at Jazz. "Stop

agitating your mom, Jazz."

But Jazz did not listen to her. “What I said is the truth. She has been losing her temper recently."

"Get out! Get out of my sight! Don't come back to the Valentine mansion from now on. You are not my

son anymore!" Yvette pointed a finger at Jazz. How dare h e disrespect his mom.

"Are you serious about this?" Jazz asked with a serious face. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Yvette was furious that she was still short of breath, her face grim. "I am serious. From now on, never

show up in front of me. You are no longer my son."

"You got it." Jazz looked dead serious.

As soon as his voice trailed off, he turned around, grabbed Summer's wrist, and brought her out.

"Get out! Get the hell out of here!" Yvette could almost not stand up because of her anger. She grabbed

a glass from the table and hurled it toward Jazz.

Luckily, the glass did not hit Jazz but landed on the floor. It shattered into pieces beside his feet.

Just then, the sound of footsteps came, and then Mark walked in. His black coat was half hung on his

arm, his hair messy, as if he had just rushed over. The first thing he saw was the scene in front of him.

He narrowed his eyes as he approached and took Summer's hand from Jazz's.

When the warmth of Summer’s hand left his, Jazz felt a sense of emptiness creeping into his heart.

"Aren’t you leaving? Why are you still standing here in my house? Either you or me will stay in the

Valentine mansion!” Yvette was still shouting at Jazz.

Jazz glanced at Summer and then left the Valentine mansion.