"I don't know how long this atmosphere between them will last, sadly." Summer sighed helplessly.
Grace also shrugged helplessly upon hearing that." Who knows? It will probably take a long time. It hurts her deeply, and there is nothing we can do except to comfort her."
The two sat there chatting for a long time. When Charlie came downstairs, Grace left with him.
Summer saw them out. It was not until their car disappeared from her sight that she came back into the Valentine mansion.
As she reached the landing of the stairs, Yvette suddenly called out to her.
She stopped and spun around with a smile. "What is i t, Mom?"
"What does your friend do for a living?" Yvette asked with her legs crossed.
"She is a public relations manager," Summer said, hiding nothing from her.
"Since she is a public relations manager, she should know proper behavior and etiquette. So why did she speak so rudely?" Yvette’s delicate willow brow turned upward. "As the saying goes, a person is judged by the
company she keeps. You are now married to Mark. Stay away from people like her."
"That is because you don't know her. She is just a bit forthright, inevitably uttering some unpleasant words when her temper flares. But she did not mean it. I have known her for five years, and so I know what kind of person she is." Summer deliberately spoke slowly and clearly, with a faint smile on her face so that Yvette could hear every word she said.
She did not mind if Yvette said something like that to her, but she could not accept Yvette to talk about her closest friend like this.
She spoke softly and appropriately, but not harshly. It completely rendered Yvette speechless.
Finally, Yvette spoke. "You had better know what to d o. By the way, tomorrow is Mark's birthday. Have you discussed with him how to celebrate?"
'It is his birthday tomorrow?'
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