It was too much for his mind to digest.
Time crawled into the wee hours. Mark drove Shelly to a hotel owned by Tremont Enterprise for her accommodation.
“This is where you’ll stay for today. Tomorrow, I’ll have Brian move your things to you,” he said before he left. “I’ll arrange lodging for you in the hopes that… you never meddle into my life ever again. The truth is, I never wanted you to appear.”
Shelly opened her mouth, but whatever she wanted to say never came. All there was left to her answer were the tears that refused to stop streaming down her cheeks.
Mark returned to the Tremont Estate. Instead of entering his bedroom, however, he retreated straight into his study.
The house was in still silence, and none of Mark’s movements broke it. He forfeited turning on the lights but sank into his chair, spreading his long, lean legs wide while dropping his arms tiredly at either side. Right now, this laidback posture was the only means he had to keep his cool and sense afloat.
He kept asking himself if there was anything that made him different from Ethan Connor. After spending his life frowning at his brother’s illegitimacy, it turned out that he was a bastard himself all along!
Mark had a nagging feeling that his father might have already known the lengths his mother had gone to in the shadows. Father might have chosen not to expose her, but he was still disappointed, and that was why he continued his relationship with Ethan’s mother. A few years later, that relationship bore Ethan.
The sudden croak of a door pushing open grated jarringly against the silence of the night.
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