Elena's POV:
"You don't have to cry," Mark said as he stepped closer to my bed. His hands reached for mine. "You still have me."
"You don't get it," I shouted, pulling my hand away from his. "It's not that I don't want to marry you, but my mother. How can she not attend my wedding? I think it's best we postpone the wedding," I cried, meeting Mark's gaze. His jaw tightened as he stepped away from me.
"You know that's not possible. The wedding cannot be shifted. So get ready to test the wedding dress. Also, we have a chance to visit the police and ask for your mother's release, just so she can attend your wedding. But we cannot shift the wedding. I will be back. Let me see Dr. Anthony for your discharge."
Mark pulled the door open and exited the room before I could stop him. I sat on the
