"She is your and Hannah Prescott's mom, has nothing to do with me. Vincent, don't try to use her to threaten me. Since the day you kicked me out of the house, I decided I had no home."
Sharon Quinn had already chosen her path, she wasn't foolish, and she wouldn't clean up after her anymore.
This time, she had completely recognized reality, with no hesitation or wavering left in her heart.
The past grievances and unwillingness had long been worn away by daily cold wars and scheming.
She could no longer take on the blame for others, could no longer use her retreat to fill those bottomless pits of greed and arrogance.
This time, she would live for herself, even if the path ahead was fraught with thorns, she would never turn back.
Vincent Prescott laughed aloud upon hearing her: "Ha, a bed-warming maid, you think she's worthy to be my mom? You're dreaming like an idiot!"
