“I get it! I get it! I lost control of my emotions back there, alright? God, everything is pissing me off.” Mark leaned back onto the seat and massaged his forehead. “Every time she mentions Granny, my heart skips a beat out of fear and trepidation. Yet, time and again, that baleful good-for-nothing keeps coming to my doorstep, weaponizing that secret against me. I just can’t possibly let her know, Brian. If this secrecy continues to hang by a thread, nothing good could come out of it. No, there isn’t going to be a next time for him. No more threats..."
“Oh, that reminds me. Make arrangements with the hospital so that they’re now standing-by for her childbirth. Ari’s frail constitution makes premature delivery very possible, I don’t want any complication to occur throughout the process.”
Brian let out a silent breath of relief and answered, “Understood.”
Night fell, yet Arianne resisted calls for dinner. Just thinking back on Mark angrily lashing out in the afternoon quickly bereft her of any appetite.
Seeing her like this made Mary panicked. “Please, Ari, pretend that Mr. Tremont somehow lost his marbles back there, okay? There is no reason to get back at him this way. You know how men are, they can’t always be perfectly reasonable all the time, so please, don’t use that small instance as a reason to be mean to yourself and the child! At least have a little bite or two?”
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