Brenda watched as Catrin left.
Margaret walked to her; her brows furrowed with slight concern. "Madam, Ms. Catrin seems to have mistaken as the new President of the company."
Although Catrin hadn't voiced it out clearly, her gaze and her concealed words were still very clear. Margaret has understood it just by her re glance.
Brenda smiled when she heard her. "I know," she said, and Margaret was puzzled.
With furrow of confusion, she looked at the old lady and asked, "You know?"
Brenda glanced at her and nodded again. "I might have aged, but my age hasn't yet affected my eyes. I could still read what you are thinking."
Of course, she had seen through Catrin's accusations as well. But she intentionally didn't explain.
"Madam, I didn't an that," Margaret was flustered. Actually, she didn't doubt Brenda; she was just curious as of why even knowing it Brenda didn't clarify.
How could Brenda didn't know what she was thinking?
"Catrin had always been after the control, power and authority," Brenda slowly began. "Even though she never explicitly said, over the years, she has been trying to prove her worth to take over Davies Internationals. But now, that she has co to realize that it's not her that's been chosen, she is on the verge of losing her calm, her sanity."
She glanced up to et Margaret's gaze. "In a situation like this if she cos to know that it's not you but Arwen who is going to take the position that she had been working for, then what do you think she will do?"
If it had been any other mother, they would have celebrated …
But Catrin?
She would not think twice before wreaking havoc around.
Understanding dawned upon Margaret and she stared at Brenda, understanding why she hadn't explained it out.
"It's better that she thinks it's you," Brenda spoke again, "this way her focus will remain on you until the day I announce it to the world."
Margaret nodded.
"By the way," Brenda rembered sothing and glanced up at Margaret once again, arching her brow at her. "I didn't get to appreciate you."
"Appreciate ?" Margaret felt confused.
However, Brenda smiled. "Yes, appreciate you," she said, "for finally stepping out from your zone of politeness. Seeing you finally lose your calm was satisfying. Otherwise, over the years, I have just seen you tolerating her."
Margaret imdiately realized what she was referring to. Her face flushed as she quickly said, "That … that Madam, I didn't an to offend, Ms. Catrin. It was just I couldn't bear to hear her cursing you like that."
Brenda laughed. Shaking her head, she said, "I was appreciating you. Why did you make it sound like I am about to punish you?" She then paused and reached out to grab her hands before patting the back of it. "Margaret," she began, "I never explicitly said this to you because I never felt the need to. You have always been the understanding one. But sohow, hearing Catrin calling you orphan today, I feel like I should make this clear to you."
Margaret paused.
"Although I didn't give birth to you, I never treated you any less than my daughter. To , you have been just like Catrin —a daughter that I brought by my side."
Margaret's eyes ward as she felt a tear trickle down her eyes.
A weak smile curled Brenda's lip. "It pained whenever Catrin treated you like you are an outsider, but I wanted to see you speak up for yourself. I trained you with better. But I couldn't make you confident enough to look past gratefulness. Although even today you didn't speak up for yourself but for , it is still good. At least you started it sowhere. I got the hope that the next ti you might stand up for yourself."
All these years, Margaret felt it too. But living as an orphan has left a big impact in her life.
She couldn't bring the courage in herself to see Brenda's love and care as anything but goodness. She feared that if she took it as a belongingness, she might end up hurting herself when she ca to realize that it was never an emotion as deep as she considered.
However, today, finally hearing her say that she took her as nothing less than a daughter, made her feel warm in heart. It was like she finally received what she had been craving all these years, all her life.
Tears stread down her cheeks as her emotions overwheld her.
Brenda didn't ask her to stop crying. She just let her take her ti.
***
The next day,
After completing her etings in the afternoon, Arwen left the company early. Mia followed her as she listed down all that was still remaining on the list.
Once done, she stared up and said, "There is not much remaining, ma'am. You don't have to worry. I have already made the arrangents. Even pushing the tasks of today to tomorrow, we will be able to wrap up in ti."
Arwen nodded, halting right in front of her car. "Thank you for your hard work, Mia. Without you, these all things wouldn't be so easy. I must say I got one of the best secretaries."
Mia blushed. "You make your work easy —that's my job, Ma'am. I am more than happy to help you."
Arwen smiled. She then checked the ti on her watch. "Since there is nothing for today, you too get ho early and rest. Alongside , you have also been running around. It would be better if you take so rest."
Mia looked a little confused. She darted her gaze to the car and asked, "You don't need to co along with you?"
Arwen's eyes flicked to the car with so thought before she shook her head. "Oh, today, that won't be needed. I will be able to manage alone."
Mia nodded in understanding. And soon left.
Once she was gone, Arwen slipped inside the car and instructed Alfred. "Drive to Cralens Care Hospital."
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