"Are you still thinking about her, Mark?" Beatrice narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
Mark flinched slightly, then composed his expression, trying to put on a calm facade. He tugged at the collar of his shirt—which was already neat—to hide his unease.
"No," Mark replied quickly. "I'm just wondering why the staff let him wander around this early in the morning in that state. He really has no self-awareness."
"Don't waste your emotions on unproductive things, Mark," Beatrice said flatly. She lifted the folder she was carrying, holding it right in front of Mark's chest. "There's a much more urgent matter. The internal audit report Mother mentioned yesterday has just been completed. We need to get all the family's paperwork in order before you head to the office."
Beatrice gestured for Mark to sit on the large sofa in the corner of the room. Mark complied without protest. He sank his body onto the cold leather sofa. Meanwhile, Beatrice began pulling out sheet after sheet of documents.
