The next morning, Mark walked downstairs with a smile on his face. Mary saw how happy he looked and asked, “Did something good happen today, Mr. Tremont? You’re in a good mood this morning. Is Mrs. Tremont awake? Shall I call her down for breakfast?”
Mark straightened out his tie, “Nothing much, I just like the weather today. She’s awake. Tell her to come down.”
Mary glanced out the window suspiciously. It was snowing. How was this good weather?
Arianne shivered the moment she arrived downstairs. She wondered who left the door open downstairs. Snowflakes were being blown in by the cold air. Mary quickly shut the door, “Are you cold? Put on more layers, you don’t want to catch a cold. You always wore thin clothes to school during winter when you were little, so you’d catch a cold every winter and would only recover after the season changed. You’ve always had a frail body, and it’s only accumulated over the years. It’ll take years before you rebuild your health.”
Arianne glanced at Mark Of course, his expression had changed. He knew how harsh he used to be towards her, right? He would never give her anything nice, unless she pitifully asked for it. She could wear one piece of clothing for many years, for all he cared.
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