His words carried both exhaustion and conviction, and as he leaned back slightly, it was clear that he wasn't trying to argue he was simply stating facts.
Lady Willow, who had been glaring at him with fire in her eyes, suddenly paused. She studied his face with a mother's sharp instinct, the kind that could read through lies in an instant. And what she saw made her falter. For all her anger and accusations, she knew her son well enough to recognize when he was telling the truth.
One thing about Mark was certain when he was serious about something, he never sugarcoated his words, never wrapped them in games. He would tell it straight, and now, looking into his eyes, Lady Willow realized that his words carried no deceit. He wasn't pretending. He truly didn't know anything about the golden invitation card.
