Arwen's lips curled up in a knowing smirk, which only further infuriated Catrin.
"I asked you something, Arwen. Don't give me that smile. I haven't studied to decode it."
'Of course,' Arwen said in her heart. 'How could she study to decode her expressions? She never had time to be the mother to her.'
She once craved it, but now the thought only disappointed her.
"There is no need for you to decode my smirk, Mrs. Quinn," she said, shaking her head at her. "For you should have already known who was actually responsible for it. As far as I heard, the management of the mall had sent you a detailed email, explaining it all."
"Really? You want me to believe that?" she asked, her voice rising, carrying the hint of irritation.
But it had zero effect on Arwen. She simply sat unfazed, looking at her with her eye. "I don't want anything with you. It no longer matters to me what you think or believe."
