“But what they did was just too much. If we don’t stand up for ourselves, they’ll think we’re fools—and they’ll only keep pushing their luck.”
“Sometimes I really feel sorry for Leonard. Ever since you put him in charge of the company, he’s been working himself to the bone, pouring every bit of energy he has into the job. Honestly, it’s not about the company’s profits for him; it’s about protecting everything you’ve built in your lifetime.”
Leonard never cared about what the company could do for him. All he ever wanted was to make it better than before.
“I know all of this, I really do. Deep down, I realize I played a big part in how things turned out today. I was far too lenient with them over the years, always turning a blind eye and letting things slide. It’s no wonder they’ve become who they are now.”
The old lady couldn’t help but reflect—maybe she’d let things go for too long, maybe she’d put too much faith in the wrong people.
She knew her son hadn’t always been this way; it was his wife who had steered him off course.
Ever since Edith married into the family, there hadn’t been a moment’s peace. Edith was ambitious—always sizing up every situation, always competing with Leonard’s brother over the smallest things. Everything was a contest, a matter of keeping score.
“Alright, Mom. Today’s your birthday. Everyone’s come home to celebrate with you. Let’s not dwell on unhappy things, okay? I even got you a present!” Mrs. Murphy pulled out a beautifully wrapped box—a custom-made scarf.
Winter was just around the corner. The old lady liked to step out for fresh air when she felt cooped up inside, so Mrs. Murphy had chosen a scarf to keep her warm on those chilly walks.
“Grandma, I have something for you too. I picked it out just for you,” Marguerite said, her eyes bright with excitement. “Last time I was home, I noticed how much you love your flowers, so I found a forever-blooming bouquet—pressed and preserved, so the blossoms never fade.”
Leonard, meanwhile, kept the present Winifred had prepared tucked away. He didn’t want to give his grandmother anything that might upset her, not today. He didn’t want any reminders of the family’s troubles overshadowing her birthday.
That chapter was a sore spot for everyone, one that never really healed. Just thinking about it filled the room with a quiet sadness, and they all knew it wasn’t something money could ever make right. So, today, it was better left unsaid.
“As long as you like it, Grandma.”
“Alright, everyone, let’s not just sit here. Since Mom likes her gifts, let’s put them away for now and have some dinner. Whatever needs discussing—let’s do it after we’ve eaten.”

Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard)