Weldon's laughter broke the heavy silence.

He regarded Melissa intently. "You still lack understanding. Whether it's marrying into the Scott or the Fowler family, do you really believe you can secure such a match without significant support?"

Melissa realized their worlds were irreconcilably different and there was nothing more to talk about.

Rising to her feet, she stated plainly, “Such aspirations hold no appeal for me. A home, a place to rest, a simple meal... A simple life is all I seek."

With those final words, she departed, leaving the conversation behind.

They spoke no further of her mother.

As Melissa reached for the door, Weldon called out with a heavy tone, “You'll come to regret this. Melissa, I'm sincere in wanting to make amends. Just call me Dad and everything will be alright."

Melissa halted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... don't have a father." With those words, she exited.

Behind her, the sound of teacups shattering echoed, a testament to the conversation's impact.

Yet, Melissa moved on, unaffected.

Thomas attempted to offer solace. "These things take time. Perhaps what's needed is a period of adjustment."

Weldon, frustration evident, gestured towards the exit. "Three years have passed, and yet she remains unchanged! Her perspective is as limited as her mother's. What harm is there in being a mistress? Why stir up drama, accusing me of deceit—"

Thomas cut him off, "But the deceit was real."

Left without a response, Weldon fell silent.

Melissa stepped into the night alone, her spirits lower than before.

Marcus, now appearing more composed, was still in the lobby.

Upon noticing Melissa, he stood and offered, “Let me give you a lift."

Melissa gently refused, “A company car is waiting for me out there."

Under the glow of the streetlights, Marcus' features were striking.

"I've asked your driver to depart earlier."