Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 211

"What little tricks?" Catrin’s voice faltered, uncertainty creeping into her tone.. "W-what do you mean, Mom?"

Brenda gave a dry chuckle at that, the sound devoid of any humor. "You actually know well I am referring to, Catrin."

A brief silence hung in the air, heavy and tense. Catrin’s face grew pale and her heart thumped so loud that the sound felt to be echoing through the call. Dreaded of something, she tried to explain. "Mom, I —"

But her words were sharply interrupted. "Catrin, it’s time for you to understand that your little tricks are no longer capable of controlling Arwen anymore. If anything, believe that Arwen is your daughter. Nothing can bend her so easily. Not even you."

Before Catrin could say anything, the beep of disconnection came loud, letting her know that the call was hung up already, leaving her with no chance.

Brenda handed the phone back to Margaret. Her chest was heaved and taking the cue, her assistant quickly rushed to bring her the medicines. "Madam, here. Please have this," she said as she put two tablets in her hand to swallow.

As if it was a habit, Brenda didn’t even ask and swallowed it at once with water. And once it was down, her breathing eased and so did her complexion.

When Margaret saw her like that, she also heaved a sigh of relief. Taking away the glass of water from her, she said, "Madam, you need to calm down. Or else your illness will only get further triggered because of it."

Brenda shook her head, shrugging off the seriousness of the matter. "I am fine. The doctor has said as long as I take the medicines, I will be able to survive a few more months and that would be enough."

"Madam don’t say it like that," Margaret frowned. Although she was just an assistant to the old woman, over the years, accompanying her around, she has started to treat her more like an elder. "You will recover soon and will be able to live not a few months but the years."

Brenda’s lips curved in a sad smile as she shook her head. "I don’t need to live the years. As long as I complete my responsibility, even dying tomorrow would be a bad idea." As she said that her eyes grew sharp and she asked, "Is everything prepared."

Margaret understood what she was referring to. Nodding, she said, "It’s all prepared."

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Meanwhile, in a dimly lit room, Ryan sat alone. In one hand, he held a glass of his usual whisky; in the other while in the other, there was a photo frame that he had just brought out from his room.