Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO - Chapter 780

Chapter 780: You can better call me a puppet.

“Arwen!” Catrin’s voice rose, and her gaze became threatening. “What do you know about being a mother. You never became one. You won’t know the pain a woman goes through to be a mother.”

Arwen nodded. “Of course, I won’t know the pain of motherhood yet, but I definitely know a lot about daughterhood. And trust me when I tell you this, that you were a terrible daughter your entire life.”

“Arwen, you —”

Arwen pulled away her hand that Aiden was holding, and she stepped forward, out from Idris’s embrace, towards Catrin. “You say that Granna failed to be your mother, but no, you were wrong in that. She was always a perfect mother. She completed the duties that you failed on without letting you realize it. She was there at every moment you needed her, either physically or in the way you needed her. But what about you? Were you ever there for her? To appreciate all the right decisions, she took for you when you were busy scorning her, blaming her?”

Catrin stepped back instinctively when Arwen stepped towards her.

“You always say she was the cause of all your miseries,” Arwen highlighted. “But you never cared to see that those weren’t actually the miseries. All her decisions for you were so right that it gave you a beautiful life … a beautiful future.”

“I built that future. I worked hard for it,” Margaret tried to defend. “Your Granna pushed me to the worst. I turned that worst into best, on my own merit.”

“Merit?” Arwen derided, pushing Catrin towards the exit without letting her realize it. “Your merit? Are you ever sure that you ever had merits? If you have a chance, go back and check the records. In your every success, every achievement, you find someone common. Who was there, but never let you realize?”

“What do you mean?” Catrin frowned.

However, Arwen didn’t explain to her. Her step paused as she stood at the entrance of the house, with Catrin standing out. “I mean, you failed your entire life … if you can’t realize it yet, you will realize it soon. Now, you can leave.”

From the corner of her eyes, Catrin suddenly caught sight of Idris again, and her brows furrowed deeper when she realized the distance difference they shared. She turned to look and finally realized that Arwen had forced her to step outside the house already.

She looked at her and said with a troubled face. “Arwen, your grandmother is gone already. Are you going to blame me for that? Don’t you realize yet that with her gone, you only have me now. Why are you still so stubborn when you can be better?”

Arwen didn’t respond. She just stared at her as though she couldn’t understand.

“Forget what happened in the past. I will forget your mistakes and would never condemn you for them. Come back to me. I am your mother after all. I can’t bear to stay apart from you.” Catrin spoke, both her tone and words soft —very unlike her.

But that didn’t make Arwen feel any different. Instead, her lips curl into a mocking smile. “You are my mother?” she asked as though that was a joke.

Catrin frowned but didn’t snap. Instead, she stepped a step forward and cupped Arwen’s face, adoringly. “Of course,” she said, her voice laced with motherly affection. “I am your mother. If not me, who else would be? I carried you for nine entire months and nurtured you with my blood. You are my daughter.”

Arwen shook her head. “Not a daughter,” she said, pursing her lips and humming with disapproval. “You can better call me a puppet —one that you desperately wanted me to become. After all, a mother would risk her kid’s life by drugging them with some unknown, unfounded drug, but a woman wouldn’t care toying with a toy. And I was exactly that to you. A toy. Wasn’t I?”

Catrin’s breath hitched, and she froze for a moment. “You … you … how do you know?” Her hand that was on Arwen’s trembled, and she quickly pulled it away, scared suddenly. “Did you remember it all? Or was it your grandmother who told you all?”

“Does that matter?” Arwen questioned back, staring at her, her gaze cold and mocking.

Catrin never felt scared until that moment. She shook her head violently before reaching to grab her hand in hers. “No, it doesn’t. It doesn’t matter at all,” she said, almost frantic. “All that matters is that I am your mother and you are my daughter. You will forever be. Come back to me and I will explain it all to you.”

“I guess you didn’t hear me,” she said, undoing Catrin’s hold on her. “You are not my mother. You never were. Not when I craved you to be, and not even when you should have been. So, it’s time for you to stop acting.”

“Arwen, I —”

“A mother protects her child from all, but you only tried to harm me. Be it physically, mentally or emotionally. I craved for your love and affection when I forgot what you did to me. But now, I know it all. There is no way I will return to you. Never.” Arwen’s tone was decisive than ever. Not after knowing what you did to me. So, you better not try again.

Catrin staggered when she heard her. Her arms fell by her side as she lost the strength to stay firm.

“Never appear again in front of me,” Arwen said, before turning her back towards her. Looking over her shoulder, she glanced back at her. “I thought I was only disappointed in you. But congratulations, you successfully made me hate you. To the fullest. To the core. Now, all that’s there in my heart for you is … hatred. Like I never had for anyone.”

“Arwen, d-don’t say like that. I —” Catrin teared up, for the first time, as though realizing that she had lost.

However, it was too late. Arwen didn’t care about her tears or cries anymore. Glancing at the men, she coldly instructed. “The guests who needed to be here is already her. No, close the doors for the outsiders.”

And with that, she strode back inside without glancing back again.