Marcus told Cornelia, "Skyler's a grown-up now, and you're just her friend. You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulder for her."
Cornelia wanted to say something, but Marcus cut her off, "Skyler wants her freedom and she broke up with Zavier to stand on her own two feet. What's the difference if I send someone to watch over her, to help her out? That might not be the freedom she's after."
Cornelia tried to interject, "What if…"
Marcus cut her off again, "You're worried about her getting into trouble? Can't fend for herself if she can't find work? Any of us could end up in hot water, but the chances are slim to none. If it does happen, well, that's just life. We all face the same struggles, like not being able to find a job and make ends meet. Take you, for instance, without a job you can't even put food on the table. Who else is gonna help you out apart from your kin? Skyler wants her freedom, doesn't want to be a burden on anyone. Every decision she's making now is her own. You should trust her and wish her well. No need to worry your pretty head over it."
Marcus' words left Cornelia at a loss for words.
Just then, Zavier walked up, a newly lit cigarette in his hand, "Mrs. Hartley, could we have a little chat?"
Cornelia eyed Zavier warily and moved to stand in front of Marcus, "I don't think we've got anything to talk about!"
"Are you sure about that?" Zavier asked, "I think we've got plenty to talk about. Like my wife, Skyler."
"Mr. Rivera, you look like you could use a good night's sleep. You should head back to your hotel." Marcus ushered Cornelia away without even saying goodbye to the other couples.
Both of them had been drinking and couldn't drive, so Marcus had already called for a driver.
The driver, Austin, asked, "Mr. Hartley, where to?"
"To the old house." To keep his promise to his grandma, Marcus decided to stay at the old house for at least two weeks. He didn't want to let the old lady down.
"Right away." Austin nodded and then drove off.
Marcus immediately raised the partition in the car, separating the front from the back. He then patted the seat next to him, "Come here."
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