Dangerous Love: You Are My One and Only Bride novel Chapter 1697

Jackson bobbed his chin slightly to mean “okay”.

Watching Mark vanish into the distance, Tiffany could not help but grumble under her breath, “His goddamned aunt again? For Christ’s sake! Honey, you have the patience of a goddess to tolerate this bullsh*t to this extent!”

Arianne flashed her a faint, slight smile. “Trust me, it’s alright this time. He always does what he promises me, and honestly? If I had no problem enduring this for so long, enduring this a little bit more is nothing.”

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As soon as Mark returned to the Tremont Estate, he sprung up the stairs to where Shelly was.

Henry was in the middle of wrapping the woman’s hand with bandages. He had been the one to call Mark about what happened—apparently, in a desperate bid to avoid being institutionalized, Shelly had slit her wrist when none of the retinue was watching.

Although her gash had been properly addressed and was now wrapped snugly by rounds and rounds of bandage, there was still a bit of blood staining the outermost layer from beneath.

Mark’s face was the color of a tenebrous storm. As he stood a few feet away from her, his hands were balled into fists in fury.

“What the f**k do you want?!” he erupted. “Look at yourself—if your mental health isn’t full of sh*t, you wouldn’t have done all of these things! But you know what? If you want to do everyone a service like this, be my guest! Kill yourself if you want to die so much; go ahead! Henry, you’re exempted from looking after her. Let her die if she so desires it!”

Henry said nothing nor halted his action. He knew that it was unintentional rage that undergirded Mark’s outburst. If Shelly did die, his boss would be most devastated.

Shelly’s pale lips curled into a lifeless smile. “You’ll stoop so low… all for the sake of one Arianne Wynn. For her you see no problem locking your mother up in a mental asylum. This is all you wanted, isn’t it? Finding a place to lock me up, just so you can receive that broad with your open arms back here,” she fleered. “She is unforgivable, but you? You’re beyond the pale, beyond forgiveness. I will air all of your doings in the public, under the sun. Then we shall see what the future has in store for wretches like you.”

Audible pops of digits cracking escaped Mark’s clenching fists. He was clearly seething at the boiling point of his lividity.