Beyond redemption.

"Good that you finally listened," Catrin said when she saw Arwen finally stopping at the door. "Now come here. Sit with us and we will talk." 

Arwen looked over her shoulders, a smile playing on her lips —a smile laced with mockery. "Mrs. Quinn, I owe you for giving birth to me. It must have been a great struggle. Thanks for reminding me of it today."

Catrin's brows slightly, making her confusion evident. She didn't understand what Arwen meant, but something about her tone felt wrong, even dangerous. Still, she maintained a smug demeanor. "Good to see you finally realize that," she said, crossing her arms in front. "Now, come back and let's have a proper conversation where you listen to what I have to say."

Yes, she has made Arwen count many times how hard it was to bear her for nine months, but wasn't that just fine? After all, if she had made sacrifices for Arwen, the girl should know it and be grateful.