Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 774

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Chapter 774: Mrs. Quinn, how about we join hands?

Brenda didn’t respond. And when she didn’t, Catrin stepped forward and stared at her more deeply.

"Don’t tell me this is retribution you are getting for all these years of bias," she said coldly. Her hand moved to point at the equipment beside the bed, disdain brimming in her gaze. "Because this must have been suffering isn’t nearly enough to pay the lifetime of pain and humiliation you made me go through."

Brenda’s fingers clenched the sheets, but she kept her silence. She didn’t say anything. She just let Catrin vent. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Mom, do you hear me?" Catrin repeated again, leaning closer. "Did you? I said I won’t accept this tiny bit of suffering of yours. You deserve to go through hell for making your own daughter feel insecure in her life. For making me feel like I was never enough. You deserve to suffer the worst!"

"And what about you, Catrin?" Brenda finally spoke. Her voice was frail, but the quiet weight in her tone made Catrin pause mid-rant. "What do you deserve ... for destroying your own beautiful family with your own hands?"

Catrin’s expression shifted, her brows drew tighter as though someone had poked a finger into her deepest wound.

"I didn’t destroy my family," she hissed.

"Is that so?" Brenda’s lips curved, but there was no humour in her smile —only bitterness and the kind of regret that should have been reflected on Catrin’s face, not hers. "But I got to know that Idris had divorced you? With even him gone, you are now left with no one on your side. You lost not just your daughter, but also the husband who had vowed to never leave you."

Catrin’s gaze hardened, years of pent-up resentment flashing in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice trembling with disbelief. "Even now, you blame me for it? Why don’t you ever stand by me? Did you even give birth to me, or was I just some orphan you half-heartedly took pity on?"

Brenda frowned when she heard her.

"Idris divorced me; he broke the promise! And you still blame me for everything. How could you?"

"How could I?" Brenda shifted, trying to get some leverage to sit up. The movement was slow and laboured, but Catrin didn’t lift a finger to help her. She just stood there, watching.

After a quiet struggle, Brenda managed to sit upright, her breathing uneven. She fixed her gaze on Catrin and said firmly.

"If a man like Idris chooses to divorce you after so many years of marriage, the fault lies with you. You, more than anyone, know that he is not the kind of man to give up on his promises so easily."

She didn’t give a chance to interrupt.

"And if the daughter who once gave up everything just to make you happy decides to sever ties with you without looking back, then the fault lies in you, too. Because daughters like one you had are rare to find, and I can give that to you in writing."

"Mom —"

"Stop arguing over your faults, Catrin" Brenda raised her voice, but the effort made her break into heavy coughs. Her frail frame trembled, but she persisted. "You ... you can’t just argue your way to being right. You need to accept your flaws if you ever want to change them."

For a moment, the room fell silent except for the sound of Brenda’s laboured breathing and the steady beep of machines.

"You have failed as a mother once," Brenda continued, her voice regaining a cold edge. "But I thought that with a second chance, you would do better. Yet, as always, you prove me wrong." She shook her head; clear disappointment etched in every line of her face. "You didn’t just fail to improve as a mother —you became worse. You stopped being a mother altogether. Did you think I let your audacity slip all these years for this result?"

"Mom, you can’t lecture me on how to raise my own daughter!" Catrin snapped as though she couldn’t bear another word.

But Brenda’s expression only hardened. "Your daughter?" she sneered. "Other than giving birth to her, what else have you done as a mother? Drugging her with an unfound drug to turn her into your puppet?"