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.
