Saying that, Becca didn't stay there for long. Tuning away, she left. But just when she was about to step out of the house, she stopped and glanced back at Catrin over her shoulder.
"Catrin, I have always known you weren't a good mother. But I never expected you to turn out to be the worst one," she said, her tone sharp with disappointment and quiet disapproval.
And then she walked out without another word.
Catrin watched her silhouette disappear, and the arrogant nonchalance of her face shattered. Her lips quivered with suppressed rage, and her fingers curled into fists. Her eyes burned with fury.
"This … all of this … it's because of that brat, Arwen," she hissed, her voice low and setting. "Over the years, I thought I had control over her. I thought she had learned obedience. But no … she simply couldn't let go of her innate trait of rebellion."
