In her life, Arwen had never made any decision on impulse.
Not when she chose to sever ties with her family.
And not even today, when she signed the papers that sealed it —final and irrevocable.
Catrin almost staggered at her words. Her knees buckled, forcing her to clutch the edge of the table for balance.
Both Mia and Emily lunged forward to steady her, but Catrin's gaze remained locked on Arwen's retreating back.
Her voice trembled, yet every syllable was heavy with disbelief and wounded pride.
"How could you do that, Arwen? We are your parents. I am your mother. How could you bear severing ties with us?"
Arwen slowly turned to look at her. For a brief moment, the air in the room thickened, as if holding its breath. When she finally spoke, her tone was calm —too calm.
