“Mom!” I yelled after Isabelle, but she did not turn her head back. I was rather disappointed. Ever since Christopher’s identity was revealed, there had been a gap between her and me. It was like there was an invisible wall between us that neither of us could cross.

 

“Sigh. Your mother is really stubborn. She never wants to have a proper talk to me about this. Every time I mention it, she gets mad. I don’t know what to do either.” Mark sighed lightly.

 

tried your best, Dad.” I looked over to the mansion. After Isabelle headed in, I saw her appear in her room on the second floor. She seemed to be looking down at us. Although it was just

got close to Mark. Every time

the wonderful mother I had in my mind was slowly becoming more foreign to me. After some time, perhaps that memory of her might fade

urging me to hurry up. I looked down at the time and realized it was already half-past three. I was supposed to pass the painting to Remington by four o’clock. If

you, isn’t he?”

turned to look once more at the window of Isabelle’s room. She was no longer there anymore. Thank

 

times where I tried to think of a way that could please both parties. In the end, I merely came to

to see Mom so sad, but I really don’t know what else I can do. She sounded so determined earlier. I understand that she doesn’t want to back off, but unfortunately neither will I. I don’t mean to be ungrateful and choose love over my own

eventually. I’ll help you come up with a solution. Have fun, okay?” Mark patted me on the

 

plunged into his arms and squeezed him tight. “It’s so

car door for me. “I thought you were

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