Lauren’s composure shattered completely. “You think you’re so noble?” she screamed, rounding on me. “You kept them in poverty! You made them into little seamstresses instead of giving them real opportunities! I came back to save them from you!”
“No,” I retorted. “You came back because your career is stalling and you need a redemption story. Blind daughters you supposedly sacrificed for? That’s gold for your image.”
Lauren’s face went white, then red.
“I wanted the world to see I’m a good mother!” she shouted. “That I’ve been working hard for them all these years! That I stayed away because I was building something better!”
“You stayed away because you’re selfish,” Emma chimed in. “That’s the truth, and we all know it.”
Clara walked to the door and opened it. “Please leave.”
Lauren stood there, breathing hard, her carefully constructed facade crumbling. She looked at the money scattered on the floor, at the daughters who’d rejected her, at me standing behind them.
“You’ll regret this,” she hissed.
“No,” I said. “You will.”
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