Chapter 63

Mark's POV

I walked downstairs, my footsteps resounding through the grand staircase of our mansion. The crystal chandelier above me illuminated the light, casting a kaleidoscope of colours on the marble floor. I passed by the sweeping staircase, adorned with intricate carvings, and made my way to the living room.

My mom sat on the plush sofa, immersed in her phone, surrounded by the palatial decor of our luxurious home. The walls were painted a warm beige, complemented by the rich wood tones of the furniture and the vibrant colours of the artwork. The floor-to-ceiling windows allowed natural light to pour in, illuminating the space.

I approached her, my mind preoccupied with the conversation I wanted to have. "Mum, can we talk?" I asked, trying to get her attention.

She barely looked up, her eyes scanning the pages of the magazine. "What is it, Mark?" she replied distractedly.

I took a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully. "