Right when he stepped into the condo, he received a bolster that was flung at his face. The old woman reclined on the couch, railing at him, “If you can’t take care of me, why did you ask me to stay?”
Mark’s gaze sank as he internally recited a mantra: ‘No matter what happens, this is Arianne’s grandmother.’
He had to address her as “grandmother” too. He had to contain his temper…
He picked up the bolster and walked towards the couch, “I’ll help you to the toilet.”
The old woman casually locked her arms around his neck and hung off his body, “You’re pretty solid, kid. I thought you and Arianne had a divorce? Why are you still trying to gain brownie points?”
Mark’s mind was buzzing, “We did not get a divorce… She’s still my wife. I did something bad, so she’s angry with me.”
The old woman shot him an irritable glare, “What did you do? Did you have an affair? You rich men are all the same. You can’t even handle your own shit; why are you concerning yourself with me? I’ve been cooped up here all alone with no one to talk to, and I have to wait half a day just to get a glass of water.”
Mark did not bother to explain too much. All he wanted was to fix the problem in front of him. He now had a rough idea of how exhausted Arianne was after pandering to this old woman at every moment of the day.
Actually, the old woman wasn’t completely immobile. She could pretty much do everything herself once she was sent to the bathroom. Once she was finished, she called Mark again and asked him to send her back to the couch. Mark sensed something, “You don’t actually want to stay with Ari, do you? That’s why you’ve been making things difficult for her.”
The old woman stared at him serenely, “You truly are a businessman. You’re smart enough. Arianne doesn’t owe me a thing. She’s still young. Why should she be saddled with an old woman like me? She’s as kind as her father. She still took me in, even though I never came for her that year… I feel guilty. How could I take advantage of her like that?”
Mark fell momentarily silent and said, “You are her grandmother. Of course, she’d take care of you. Don’t overthink it. The Tremonts can take care of you too. Except, she doesn’t want to come home with me just yet… We had a few cracks in our relationship; that’s how things ended up this way. If you really do have her best interests at heart, tell her to come home. Then, you’ll have an army of servants at the Tremont Estate for you to order about as you please.”
The old woman was now suspicious of his actions, “Shouldn’t you be hating us? That plane crash was pretty scandalous. Why are you turning around now? I’m not afraid of you laughing at me, so I’ll just say it. I was afraid of being made to compensate you Tremonts. That’s why I stayed away and didn’t take Arianne with me. She says… that her father was innocent in that plane crash?”
Mark frowned, “It’s all in the past. I love her, that’s enough. Besides… you really don’t owe the Tremonts a thing.”
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