Tiffany patted him on the leg, mimicking one of his habits. “Go ahead.”
He felt slightly depressed. In this state, he looked a lot like a boy toy…
The next morning, Arianne brought Aristotle and Mark out of the house. It was time for Aristotle’s injection. The weather had grown unstable lately, and it was easy to catch a cold. It drizzled last night. She had given Aristotle an extra layer in the form of a long-sleeved shirt, covering his fair and tender arms and legs altogether. He looked even plumper, like a round ball, even cuter.
After getting into the car, Mark checked the time on his watch then said to Brian, who was in the driver’s seat, “Take them to the hospital first. You go with them. I’ll drive to the office. Tell Henry to pick them up when they’re done.”
Arianne frowned. “Do you have something urgent? Aren’t you coming to the hospital with us?”
He nodded. “Mm. I have a meeting.”
She couldn’t help feeling disappointed. He used to do his best to be a part of everything concerning Aristotle. When did that change? She never felt threatened when it came to him before. Ever since Janice’s appearance, she began to feel strangely worried. Truthfully, she didn’t think that her looks were any inferior to Janice’s. Their family backgrounds certainly had no comparison. She was raised in the Tremont household so she was one step ahead of Janice, regardless. However, she couldn’t help but feel that if something was going to happen, it wouldn’t have anything to do with these things.
At the hospital, just as she got down from the car, she asked him again, “You really aren’t coming?”
Mark wasn’t even paying her attention. He seemed slightly absent-minded. “Mm, not this time. I’m busy.”
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