By the time he arrived back at the Tremont Estate, it was already growing dark.
Arianne knew that Mark would be coming home today, so she asked Mary to prepare a sumptuous dinner beforehand.
“Are you okay with selling off Wynn Mansion?” Mark suddenly asked during dinner.
“I had no choice, we were short on cash back then,” Arianne replied casually. “Besides, you put a lot of money into the renovations. It’s fine. No one was going to live in it anyway, and we would’ve had to spend money on its maintenance.”
Mark knew that deep down, she felt differently. She must’ve wanted to keep Wynn Mansion, but it wouldn’t be easy to get it back, now that it was sold.
“You don’t have to get Wynn Mansion back,” she said seriously, as if she had seen right through him. “There’s no need. It’s done. The Wynns have separated, some are already dead. Why should we keep that old mansion? It was supposed to be a keepsake, but it’s come into good use, so it’s not so bad. The new owners will certainly take good care of it, for the sake of private sentiment. It’s fine, really.”
Mark didn’t answer. He smiled and scooped a helping of food onto her plate.
Aristotle picked up his own plate and pushed it towards Mark when he saw this. The little one was jealous and wanted Mark to put food on his plate too.
Mark indulgently gave Aristotle a serving. “Happy now?”
Aristotle ate his food, feeling satisfied. He was only two years old, but was already good with eating with his utensils. He was very adept and no longer made a mess of himself.
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