At eight o'clock in the morning, Mark and Maura were having breakfast in the dining room with Margareth and Byanca. They ate in silence occasionally glancing at each other as if keeping something in their hearts.
"I'm going to hand over the company that I'm currently going to inaugurate for Evan's future," said Mark breaking the silence. The man looked well-groomed in a black suit with a silver tie and combed his hair in a mohawk style.
"Are you making me angry?" Margareth asked with a sharp look.
Instead of answering, Mark asked back, "What's wrong with a father giving company to his son?"
"It's not wrong if your son is the descendant of a woman who deserves to be with you!" Margaret replied curtly.
Mark slammed the spoon and fork into his plate which was still full of food. "I'm fed up with your way of thinking. Whether you like it or not you have to accept that Evan will inherit from me, even the inheritance from dad and I will also give."
