Mark raised an eyebrow. "I started the war, Johnny. I tried to kill my mother. It was all my fault. I know what you embody, but that doesn't make anything you went through right. Especially not for me." He didn't have the martyr complex. He couldn't believe that anyone was born to suffer like that, especially not his son.
"I don't care how many houses you have." Who'd taught him how to invest in real estate anyway? "And for the record, I've been settled for a long time. I have a career, remember? I'm an adult. You're not." And that was the point Mark would stick with, because admitting his own failings and issues with his past was not something he intended to get into.
"You don't need to be up there. And, might I mention, the roads are a mess. It's dangerous, and I'm serious about two weeks," Mark said. "Is it worth it?"