Not even Margaux had ever seen Catherine like this. Not Andrew or Lilianus either had witnessed his wife or mother in such a state.
The Catherine of the past had always been a composed, elegant lady. Even when angered, she maintained her upbringing and never argued.
But now, her hair was messy, her necklace askew, her entire presence like an enraged lioness. No one dared approach lightly.
Even Lillian seemed startled by her mother, forgetting the magic game entirely, and burst into tears. "Waaah! Mom! Mom!"
That cry seemed to awaken Catherine's reason. She finally let go of Margaux, staggered toward Lillian, and opened her arms, holding her tightly, trembling as she soothed her.
"Lillian, don't cry…"
"Waaah!… Mom, don't fight, don't fight…"
"Mom isn't fighting. Mom scared you. It's
