However, Mark's hopes were dashed in a matter of seconds. His curiosity was dashed; it turned out the visitor wasn't a representative from the company that was still the talk of the town—but Mrs. Clara. To make matters worse, Beatrice was walking behind her like a servant tasked with attending to her boss's every need. And to make matters worse, Beatrice was seen carrying two bags. She looked awkward, and there was hesitation in every step of the woman who usually held her head high and stood with her chest puffed out. It was as if Beatrice's self-respect had crumbled on the way here.
That heartbreaking sight made Mark's brow furrow deeply; he was shaken.
