As he set foot into his house, the pitch black living room suddenly lit up. Mark squinted his eyes due to the sudden overwhelming brightness and scanned his surroundings before laying his gaze on Shelly, who was standing by the staircase.
Shelly was wearing a thin piece of nightgown, making her look so thin that she could probably fly away with the wind. The bandage on her head seemed to be a little bloodied as she squinted her eyes. “Why have you arrived home only now? Have you been to Arianne’s place again? She’s already done this to me, yet you still want to be with her? Do you really want to drive me up a corner? Will you be happy if I’m dead?! Why can’t you ever understand the hardships I’m enduring?!”
Shelly’s words were as sharp as a knife as she talked, it was so irritating that it made others feel like shutting her up.
Mark expressionlessly said, “I’ll repay you whatever the mother who raised me owes, but I won’t allow you to torture Arianne any longer, since she doesn’t owe you anything. I’ll slowly repay you everything that my foster mother owed you... From now on, you’re forbidden from leaving Tremont Estate and will be receiving treatment when you’re recovered. This time, I’ll make sure you don’t run away, but I’ ll personally pick you up when you’ve recovered and take care of you for the rest of your life.”
Shelly swayed and almost lost her footing. “What... What did you say?! In the end, you still choose to believe that wench?! You’d rather believe an outsider than me?!”
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