Arwen still remembered it. It was the most painful day of her life. She had cried, asking her mother not to take away one thing she held precious, but it was like no amount of her tears were enough to melt her mother's heart. She had decided to make her give up on her dream, and she didn't settle until she succeeded in that.
She was young; so she thought her mother was seeing the greater big for her. However, as she grew up, she realized that staying with Ryan was no good for her.
Catrin's lips curled into a sneer. "It doesn't matter what I had to do to make sure Delyth was out of the way. What matters is that you have failed to live up the your role, Arwen. You were supposed to secure your future with Ryan and become the future matriarch of the Foster family and you failed. Now you want to blame me? And what was so great about the stage? It was your other silly hobby that held nothing good."
