Brenda’s face showed the contours of guilt, and regret. Though it was subtle, it was unmistakably there. "You love patronizing me, Margaret. But know this —if one person doesn’t understand you, it’s fine. But if everyone stops understanding you, it’s not the people who are wrong. It’s your action that’s not right enough." Her lips curled in a self-mocking smile as she added, "And that’s where I have failed. How can I be righteous when I can’t even make my own daughter understand me?"
Margaret, who had been quietly listening, hesitated before speaking, her tone gentle yet firm. "Madam, Ms. Catrin never tried to understand you. She always thought you were putting her through struggles, but she never knew that even in those struggles you were always there to help her. If only you would let her know, she might have understood you better."
Brenda raised her hand to stop her. "There is no need for that. A late appreciation will bring me nothing, nor do I desire it."
"But Madam —"
"That’s enough, Margaret. You are wasting my time now," Brenda interrupted, her tone shifting instantly, getting back to its usual playfulness. "We are going to have guests today, yet here you are delaying me with your chatter."
Margaret sighed softly, recognizing the subject was closed for discussion. "As you say, Madam," she replied with a small bow of her head.
Brenda stood, adjusting her shawl with regal grace. "Good. Now go and make sure everything is in the right order. Arwen would be coming along with her husband for the first time. I want everything to be perfect."
Margaret nodded and then left to check everything again. While Brenda darted her gaze around the room before turning to leave. "I am going back to my room first. Let me know when everything is done." Saying that, she left.
***
Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Delyth had just finished taking her medicine when Ryan walked into her room.
"Ryan!" she called, weakly but when came to matching his gaze she couldn’t bear to look into his eyes. The cold distance was too evident in the way he looked at her. "I —"
Ryan simply glanced at her for a second before shifting his gaze to the nurse who was there. "How is she now?"
"Mr. Foster," the nurse greeted politely before darting her gaze to Delyth on her side. "Ms. Ember is doing completely fine now. Her bruises are healing and the doctor has said that most of them probably won’t even leave the marks."
Ryan nodded to her. The nurse took the tray in her hand, putting on a soft, professional smile, she then added, "I will take my leave now, Mr. Foster. Ms. Ember has been given the medicine and she can take her rest now." She then turned to Delyth and said, "Ms. Ember, let me know if you need me anytime."
With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Ryan and Delyth alone.
"You have anything to say?" Ryan asked, stepping further inside.
"Arwen was in a critical state in that accident, yet you made me believe that she was not. You said she had called for an ambulance already." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
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