Chapter 9

Darlington's POV

After my breakfast with my mother and my sister ended, I stood up from the dining chair and set out to leave our family house.

"Darlington, where are you going to?" My mother asked me with a worried look on her face.

I assured her, "Mom, I am just going out; I will be back soon."

"Okay, my son. But don't you think it is best not to inform Jenna? She may overreact; allow me to handle everything for you. Then later, you can share the news with her about how your father wanted to force you to marry a lowlife."

I sighed.

"Alright, mom. I won't inform Jenna about it, but I feel like leaving this house as of now. I don't want to be here when that woman arrives," I said, with a hint of frustration.

"It's okay. Just be fine out there," my mother assured me.

"Sure, Mom. I'm not a kid; I will be good. Take care," I said, hugging my mother. Though I was taller than her and Samara, they're my family, and their happiness matters to me.

Well, I cannot say the same about my