Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 442: It was you sabotaging yourself.

Although Margaret knew she shouldn't intervene, she couldn't hold herself back from doing so.

To her, at the moment, Brenda mattered the most.

Stepping a step forward, she said in her best polite tone, seeking the understanding from the woman who never had any record of such.

"Mrs. Quinn, Madam hasn't been feeling well lately. Can you please consider her health and talk a little softly?" she suggested, keeping the best interest in mind.

But Catrin only frowned at her words. "Do you think I care?" she scoffed, eyeing Margaret with utmost hatred, as if blaming her for snatching something from her. "Even if she dies right now, I won't mind it at all."

"Ms. Catrin," Margaret almost snapped, "mind your words." She has never ever raised her voice like that, or lost her composure … but today, she simply could hold back.

She didn't like Catrin's insinuation at all, and it just twisted her wrong nerve.

Catrin never expected to be yelled at but a servant that was nothing but an orphan that her mother picked on a whim.

"You —did you raise your voice at me?" she asked, her tone holding the hint of warning.

However, Margaret didn't regretted losing her cool. She realized that for a second, although she action on an abrupt emotion, it was the need of the situation.

Matching the Catrin's gaze, she responded, "I just reminded you of something that you seem to be forgetting. After all, this is no longer your place. You only stepped here after … a decade of so?"

Catrin saw red. She hated this woman —not just for one reason but many. But right now, what infuriated her was her righteousness.

"Did you forget? Or, do I have to remind you that I was talking to my mother?"

Margaret didn't intend to act arrogant, but the sneer on her face was impossible to hide.

"I haven't forgotten anything," she said coldly. "And I don't need reminders. But perhaps you need a second reminder of what I just said —-madam hasn't been feeling well. So, consider her health before you speak. After all, you are not talking to some stranger. You are talking to your 'own mother'."

Catrin never expected her to ever stand at a loss like this. Yet again, here she was.

Once again, she blamed her mother for facing such humiliation today.

If not for her favoring this orphan so much, would Margaret have ever dared to talk back to her?

"You —"

"Enough!"

Before it could any further escalate, Brenda's voice cut through the tension, her brows furrowed in displeasure.

Catrin opened her mouth to complain, but Brenda didn't give her the chance.

Turning to Margaret she said in a tone that was neither too soft nor too harsh, "Margaret, you gave me the medicines, and I am doing fine. You can rest for now."

Margaret understood her cue.

But instead of leaving the room, she simply nodded and walked to the nearby couch. She took a seat, calm but alert, and looked back toward the old lady.

"Madam, let me know if you need anything. I am right here."

Brenda felt slightly at a loss. She pursed her lips but didn't say anything.

Turning back to Catrin, she stared at her for a second before asking, "Yes, you were saying something?" She asked, pushing her straight to speak business.

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Catrin gritted. But then pushing her past resentment to the back of her mind, she asked, "I came here to ask who are you appointing to be the new President of the company?"

Brenda raised a brow at her, as if her question like that amused her. "Since when did the concerns of Davies International start concerning you?"

"Mom, you know why I am asking this?" Catrin felt already at the edge.

However, Brenda simply shook her head. "No, I don't remember at all. Last I checked, I didn't give you enough authority to care about my company. Since you were my daughter, I provided you with some shares, but that's it. Having some shares in the company doesn't get you to decide —or even question —who leads."

When Catrin heard her say that, once again she lost her cool. Her jaws ticked her eyes darkened. "You are hiding it, Mom. Do you think you can hide it forever?" her gaze snapped to look at Margaret as she pointed her finger at her to ask. "Did you decide it on her?"

Before Brenda could even say anything, she gave out a mocking chuckle. "Of course, I should have known. You would choose anyone but me? You would choose even an orphan, if that helps you to defeat me —your own daughter?"

Brenda frowned at her choice of words. But soon, her lips curled into a defeated smile.

Looking at her hands that had grown frail with her age, she shook her head at some thought that just crossed her mind.

"Defeat you?" she repeated softly. "You think I did all this to defeat you?"

Catrin snorted, the bitterness dripping off her voice. "Didn't you?"

She paused for a second before hurling the rest of her accusation, her voice cracking with emotion.

"From the very beginning, you sabotaged my life just to prove that you are better than me. That I could never measure up to you. Everyone else could —but not me. And don't even try to deny it, Mom. It's you who put me through years of struggles and no matter what you say, you can never erase it with your reasons."

Brenda chuckled —low and humorless.

"Catrin, ever since you were young, you have always been competitive. At first, I admired it. It made you strive to be better. But then …"

She looked up, her eyes calm but steely. "...then I realized you took that nature of yours in the wrong direction."

She paused, then added with a chilling finality.

"You want to know when things started going wrong for you?" Brenda held her gaze and said, "It was the moment you grew competitive with the only two women you never should have —your mother and daughter. So, it was never me sabotaging you. It was you sabotaging yourself. You were simply never able to see this in front of your ego. And even now, after losing almost everything, you still haven't realized."