Chapter 95

SARAH'S POV

When I lifted my gaze, my senses were jolted by the sight of Mark standing there. My voice barely escaped as a whisper, filled with disbelief. "What are you doing, Mark?" I managed to ask, my confusion and surprise evident.

His presence was the last thing I expected, and it threw me into further turmoil. I nodded, though I felt far from okay.

The reality of what had just happened, of what my uncle had revealed, settled over me like a heavy shroud. My parents' deaths, the betrayal of my uncle, the uncertainty of my future—it all pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under its weight.

As Mark extended his hand to help me up, I felt the warmth of his touch on my arm, the gentleness of his grip providing both support and reassurance. It was evident that he was concerned, his furrowed brow and searching eyes revealing his worry.

"Sarah, what happened?" he inquired with genuine concern, his gaze locked onto mine as he sought to understand the turmoil I was grappling