Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 140

Mr. Cole, the butler of Quinn villa, hurried his way in to deliver the news as soon as he received the call. "Madam, Young Miss has arrived."

Looking already furious, Catrin turned towards the doorway and asked, "Where is she?" Her brows knitted in a frown.

Mr. Cole hesitated but then answered, "I received a call from the guards outside. She is walking her way here and should be stepping in anytime soon."

"Walking her way here?" Catrin’s voice pitched high. "Did she not bring her car?"

Mr. Cole pursed his lips. "Young Miss hasn’t taken her car anywhere recently. Even the last time when she visited, it appeared she had borrowed a car from a friend." Being the family butler, he knew all the staff member in the household. The driver who had dropped Arwen off wasn’t one he recognized, so he could easily guess that it wasn’t one of their own. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

When Catrin heard that, she looked at her husband and snapped, "Did you hear that, Idris? Your precious daughter has gone all wild in our absence. She has lost her sense of discipline; she has even forgotten that young ladies from families like ours bring their own drivers and cars. They don’t go around walking or calling cabs."

Idris paused for a moment. Although he didn’t like Arwen not using the facilities of comfort, still he tried to calm his wife. "It’s all right, Catrin," he replied, his tone calm yet firm. "Arwen is here now. You can discuss it with her when she arrives. I am sure she has her reasons. Don’t get worked up before hearing them."

Catrin’s lips pressed into a thin line, her irritation barely contained. To her, every detail was a reflection on the family, and Arwen’s casual disregard for appearances was intolerable. She held her head high, waiting for her daughter’s arrival, already preparing to unload her disappointment.

While outside, after climbing the first few steps, Arwen took a deep breath as she stood right outside the door. She was no longer anxious, but still, she feared that once in front of her other, she might waver. But then again, there was no such option as running away. She has to face it —and she has to face it today.

Knowing she couldn’t escape it, she took her step inside. Just as she entered the living room, she paused. Her eyes flicked around the room, stopping on her father briefly with a hint of warmth before moving to her mother’s hardened expression.

Catrin’s gaze swept over her daughter critically, noting her overly casual attire, lack of notable jewelry, and the absence of any visible luxury —anything that would mark her as a Quinn. To her, Arwen looked like an ordinary woman and this simple appearance was already rankling her to no end.

"Arwen," she started, her voice laced with barely masked irritation. "Is this how you choose to present yourself when you come here? Walking up to the house like … like some visitor?"