Isabella gripped her daughter’s hand, her own eyes filling with tears. “I’m doing this for you, sweetheart! When are you going to stop thinking about everyone else and start thinking about yourself?”
Catherine shook her head, still crying as she tried to pull her mother toward the door.
Susan watched their performance with growing fatigue. “Enough! Stop this pulling and crying. What kind of behavior is this? Sit down, both of you.”
Isabella guided Catherine to a chair. “Susan, I wouldn’t normally disturb you, but I have no other choice. We are both mothers. I’m sure if your child had been wronged, you would move heaven and earth to get justice for them.”
Susan leaned back in her chair, and Lance placed a cushion behind her before sitting quietly by her side.
She let out a soft chuckle. “You’re right about that. We both have children. Which is why, before we do anything, we should think about them and consider whether our actions are so shameful they might bring misfortune upon them.”
She remained silent, waiting for Isabella to reveal her hand. Saying more would only lead to mistakes.
She glanced at Lance. “Pour me some water.”
Lance stood and refilled her teacup.

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