"Mom, who said you did something wrong?" Rachel asked candidly.
"Eh?" Cecilia mumbled, her eyes widening in confusion. She looked at her daughter, almost certain she had misheard her.
Rachel sighed, her expression softening as she tried to put her thoughts into words, "What I'm trying to say is... you aren't wrong to feel how you feel about Dad. I know he's trying to build a better future for us, but in the process of doing that, I think he's forgetting some important things. He says everything he's doing is for us, but he hardly spends time with us anymore. If anything, he wants us to do everything his way. I want to help him, but... I'm not sure if it's the right thing to do. What do you think, Mom?"
Cecilia blinked, her mind reeling as she processed Rachel's words. Her heart thudded in her chest as she hesitated before asking cautiously, "You... how much do you know about what he's doing?"
