With every word I spoke, Marco's pallor deepened. The gaze of everyone present—those family heads and elders—shifted upon him. They saw a weak man who had climbed the ranks through a woman.
My words made his cheeks burn, drawing the strange stares of everyone present.
Mark's face flushed crimson at my words: "I did not ask you to return the items! It was Isabella... she acted on her own initiative!"
"After you returned the belongings, I moved everything back into the room I'd prepared for you! I thought... as long as you married into the family, those things would still be yours!"
"Elena, I truly never imagined my father would refuse Mr Costello's request. At the time, I simply thought..."
"You were only thinking of yourself," I cut him off coldly. "Marco, had you come that day to bre
