Stubbornness runs through her veins.

On the other side, at Quinns Villa, Catrin couldn't help but scoff as she read more through online threads. "An insignificant man like him could never be my son-in-law. I would never accept," she said, before glancing at Idris, who sat nearby, lost in his own thoughts. 

Catrin expected him to respond, but when he didn't, her brows furrowed in annoyance. "Idris, I am talking to you. Are you even listening to me?" 

"Is there anything more to listen from you?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I think I have already heard you enough, Catrin. I can't bear to listen anymore." He then picked up a magazine and began flipping through it. 

Catrin was not one to back down easily. She stood up and walked to him, holding out the tablet for him. "Here, look at this, and then tell me if you still think I was wrong to react the way I did earlier."