Jason's brows furrowed at Aiden's words. "You an she is trying to protect the one who hard Arwen?" It didn't sound worthy to believe, but the way Aiden's eyes had grown dark, he knew that's exactly what Aiden had ant.
"But why would she do that? Especially when her intention had always been to protect Arwen."
If not, she wouldn't have gone the extra mile to find the neutralizer for the drug that was still unfounded. He couldn't asure how difficult it might have been for her to find out.
But she found it for Arwen. This only evidenced her love and care for Arwen. There was no doubt in that.
"I had confronted her," Aiden said, his tone grave.
Jason blinked. "You did?" He had asked him to think twice before doing anything, as Arwen was the core of the entire situation.
"I confronted her and she didn't refuse. She accepted it as her fault," Aiden continued, rembering the day he saw her lying on her bed, looking weak and sick. "She didn't explain, she simply wore the bla like it was ant for her."
And one would only do that when they were aware of everything.
And if Brenda was aware of everything, it only ant she was also aware of who did that to Arwen.
"But why would she do that?" Jason couldn't make sense. "Why would she save soone who tried to harm her precious granddaughter?"
Aiden stared at a distance, his gaze holding the abyss of intense darkness. "That's sothing Brenda Davies would have to reveal soon."
———
At the sa ti, at East Serenity Residence —
Brenda has been sitting in her garden, enjoying the cold, gentle breeze of the evening.
The weather was no longer as cold as before, but because recently she had grown weaker, it was still making her feel the tingling shiver. But since she was drowned in her thoughts and contemplation, she didn't mind staying outside a little longer.
But just as she was lost in her train of thought, she felt a warmth draping around her.
When she looked over her shoulder, she saw a cashre shawl settled.
"Madam, you have to be mindful," Margaret's voice ca soon after. "The winter might be at its end, but your body —it's weak and under the effect of dication. It might make you sick."
Brenda gazed at her and smiled. "I was waiting for you to bring this. I knew you would co." She then gestured for her toward the chair across from her. "Sit with ."
Margaret followed and pulled the chair across her, sitting down. She didn't speak, but her gesture of care and concern never ceased. She reached to pour the tea for the lady before pushing gently in front of her. "This will keep you warm, Madam."
Brenda watched her, and the smile on her lips deepened another second. She took the cup of tea and sipped on it. "You seem to be upset with recently. Do you have complaints, Margaret?"
"How can I have complaints against you, Madam?" Margaret shook her head. "I just feel that what you did was not really right."
"Then what was right?" The question ca almost imdiately.
Margaret gazed at Brenda, who was watching her, waiting for her to respond.
"Tell , what would have been right, Margaret?" she probed again. "Telling the truth that might have worsened the little hope that's still there."
No.
Brenda smiled and shook her head, against the idea. "I am already close to my death, child. And no matter how the doctor tried or how many dicines I had, I might not stay here for long. So, why not I offer the last thing I can offer to everyone?"
"But Madam, taking the bla that is not yours will not make one responsible understand," Margaret frowned.
And the old woman nodded. "I know. But it will keep a silent hope alive. When they would realize it ever, it will keep the chance to get back together alive. I am a mother, and sacrificing silently is our nature. I don't mind doing it one more ti."
Margaret sighed, not having any reason that could make the old lady change her decision. So, in the end, she decided not to press it further.
As long as the old lady stays happy and at peace, it would be good for her health.
"What has been happening recently?" Brenda asked, setting the empty cup of tea aside.
Margaret shook her head. "Nothing much has changed. It's still the sa. Ms. Catrin has officially announced adopting Emily Brown, and since then, the news of them going around to restaurants, shopping, and various social events is making rounds on social dia."
Brenda couldn't help but frown.
"Also, today, I heard she visited Arwen at the office," Margaret reported, "but it didn't seem that their conversation went well. When Ms. Catrin left when left, she was fuming in anger."
She hesitated at a thought before asking, "Madam, do you really believe there is a hope in the future. I just feel Ms. Catrin is burning all the roads that could make it possible."
The chance was very slim. But this was all that she could leave for her.
"She will learn her lesson," Brenda said with confidence. "But will it be too late, for it will depend solely on her."
———–
At Quinn's Villa —
Catrin alighted the mont the car pulled up. Her expression gave away just how foul her mood was.
As she entered the house, Mr. Carl ca to greet her back ho. "Madam!" he bowed his head before informing, "Lawyer Willow is here and has been waiting for you."
Catrin stopped in her steps. Her fingers clenched tightly, and her eyes were cold. "Good that he is here," she said, her words coming through the grit of her teeth. "Did he bring the papers I asked him to bring?"
The butler hesitated. But when she turned to look at him directly, he nodded.
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