"Mom, don't even think about it," Mabel Quinn said, flatly refusing.
"You...do you still see me as your mom or not! Are you really trying to drive me to death before you're satisfied?"
"Mom, are you trying to drive me to death? Back at school, you kept accusing me of doing 'that kind of thing,' have you thought about how others would see me? It might become a stain on me for life."
Evelina's eyes flickered, feeling uneasy, "I was misled by that dead girl Lyra Grant at the time. Mom knows she was wrong; Mabel, please forgive Mom."
Mabel didn't know how to face her mother. Again and again, her mother disappointed her, hurt her, and now the divide between them was growing deeper. "Mom, please go back; there's no need to think about these things anymore."
