Brenda's face showed the contours of guilt, and regret. Though it was subtle, it was unmistakably there. "You love patronizing me, Margaret. But know this —if one person doesn't understand you, it's fine. But if everyone stops understanding you, it's not the people who are wrong. It's your action that's not right enough." Her lips curled in a self-mocking smile as she added, "And that's where I have failed. How can I be righteous when I can't even make my own daughter understand me?"
Margaret, who had been quietly listening, hesitated before speaking, her tone gentle yet firm. "Madam, Ms. Catrin never tried to understand you. She always thought you were putting her through struggles, but she never knew that even in those struggles you were always there to help her. If only you would let her know, she might have understood you better."
Brenda raised her hand to stop her. "There is no need for that. A late appreciation will bring me nothing, nor do I desire it."