Old man, thrice the age of father?

"Arwen, what do you mean? And how are you talking? Did you forget I am your mother?" Catrin's frown deepened at Arwen's words. Something about her felt different today. The Arwen she knew wasn't like this. She might have acted confident everywhere else, but in front of her, her mother, she was always hesitant, always seeking approval. 

But the woman sitting before her now bore none of that meekness. Instead, she exuded an air of aloofness and distance that was almost chilling. 

"Mother?" Arwen's lips curled up in a mocking smile as she shook her head. "I think it's something that you are forgetting here, Mrs. Quinn. We severed all the ties last time when I came to this place of yours. You said you regretted having a daughter like me and I agreed to step out of your life for good." 

Catrin's eyes narrowed, her expression hardening. "You think it's easy to break relations like that, Arwen?"