"This..."
Madam Ingrit was at a loss for words when she heard this.
As a mother, she of course understood her own daughter.
The words she had just heard resonated with a resolute certainty, as well as the overbearing manner of one who holds a superior position.
Actually, the truth had already been decided; it was not mentioned for discussion but out of respect for herself, her mother.
After a pause, Catherine Carter added, "Also, Mother, you all underestimate Leonard Churchill too much. Despite your precious daughter being somewhat beautiful and having some background, in his eyes, these things won't make him respect her more. I became friends with him, not for any other reason, but simply because our temperaments match. He is very special..."
"..."
Hearing this, Madam Ingrit swallowed back the words she had prepared.
She finally realized that the daughter before her was no longer the proud rose of the garden, but a mature person in a position of power.
