Catrin was pissed in the worst way possible.
And Arwen's indifferent attitude only intensified her fury.
"Business is not where you can play, Arwen. What were you thinking, going behind my back and working at Davies Internationals?" she snapped, yanking Arwen's arms roughly.
Arwen winced —not just from the physical pain, but from the deep, familiar ache of disappointment.
Her fingers curled into fists as she stared at the woman who should have supported her, who should have stood beside her no matter what … but never did.
Maybe all mothers aren't the same in the world.
Some love unconditionally …
Some sacrifice everything for their children.
And then there are exceptions like Catrin —who loved having control, authority, and herself over everything else.
Arwen wanted to blame her fate for making her fall into the hands of the mother who never truly loved her as a mother should.
