(Mark's POV)
When I stepped out of my room, I was holding my box in my hand. My parents' jaws tightened as they gazed at me with disappointment etched on their faces. How could they expect me to flee the country when I hadn't killed or stolen from anyone? I should be considering myself lucky that I hadn't been arrested for taking the company away from Martha through deceit. It was her parents' labor and effort. And I don't feel bad that she won against us.
I strode down the stairs and paused to say my goodbyes to my parents. They stood in the living room, looking at me too.
"Mom, Dad, I am leaving the house."
"Where are you going, Mark?" Dad asked, his voice heavy, as if he didn't want me to leave.
"To stay with Elena. I love her and I cannot leave her."
My father's expression darken
