Mark frowned. “The world is big. You should explore it. This company isn’t a good fit for you. My wife won’t be happy.”
So, this was all to make Arianne happy?
Janice gritted her teeth angrily, but it couldn’t be helped.
Seeing this, Davy spoke up. “Let’s go. Mr. Tremont has work to do.”
Janice took a deep breath, nodded at Mark, then left. Arianne… One day, she would make her pay!
…
Mark returned to the Tremont Estate at 5PM. Arianne was giving Aristotle a bath. Tiffany had left with Plato. They were too rambunctious during playtime in the courtyard this afternoon, so Aristotle was covered in mud.
“I’m just about to take a shower. I’ll wash him,” Mark offered, seeing her drenched in sweat. “Go and rest.”
Arianne accepted the offer. She had been taking care of Aristotle all day. She was exhausted.
Of course, this was an exaggerated statement.
Tiffany felt bad: ‘But Will knows that I don’t have that much money for him, and he’s not stupid. He’ll know that it’s from you. I wouldn’t be surprised if you and Mark end up in a fight when he finds out. You shouldn’t risk it.’
Actually, Arianne had a bout of hesitation too. However, she felt bad for Will, so she stood firm on her decision. She deleted all relevant messages on her phone after sending the money to Tiffany and pretended as if nothing had happened, hoping that Will would successfully overcome this obstacle.
It was raining again the next day. She arrived at the office early in the morning and stared at the pattering rain outside her window. She felt depressed. She was used to hearing Robin’s cheerful chatter in the morning. She wasn’t used to this silence at all.
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