At the same time, on the other side of the city, Catrin was busy gathering Margaret's progress history over the years.
"Ma'am, here," her assistant said, placing another file on Catrin's desk, and nudging it forward. "The details you asked me to find out about Ms. Margaret Marie."
Catrin didn't look up at her assistant. Her gaze instead fixed on the file as she reached for it, flipping it open and scanning through the contents.
Her brows furrowed as surprise took over her features.
All this time, she had assumed Margaret was just another orphan her mother had taken a strange liking to. But clearly, she had underestimated her mother —and Margaret
She should have known. If her mother ever took an interest in someone, she wouldn't let them remain average. Even if that has to be at the expense of her own kid's interest. She would shape them, mold them, and ensure they became someone the world had to look up to.
And Margaret … Margaret was no exception.
