Catrin's face hardened. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides as she glared at Margaret.
"Watch me carefully, Margaret. I am not someone you can stop so casually. I am —"
"The daughter who walked away shamelessly without turning back to glance at her dying mother." Margaret cut in and finished her words without hesitation. "Don't worry, I have observed you enough to know exactly who you are. But now, you need to watch and understand that you can't be a part of Madam's final moments. Because you don't deserve to be a part of it."
Her words echoed through the hall. Whispers rippled among the guests. Everyone knew that Brenda and Catrin had a strained relationship, far from what a mother and daughter should share. But still, none of them expected Catrin to be so heartless.
"How could she do that?" someone asked in a disdainful tone. "Mrs. Davies was her mother. Did she not at all feel the loss of losing her?"
