It must be that girl. Filling her head with useless stories and rot. If only I had turned her out of the house as soon as her father was gone. He outsmarted me there. I will never forgive him for it.
And now my own child turns me away as if everything I do isn't for her benefit. She'll never get ahead without my help. So be it. If she won't accept my help, she won't get it. Let her catch a marriage on her own. She'll have nothing from me.
At least I still have one grateful child left. And I will see her lifted to the grandest heights. Let Cinderella have her cottage. We shall live in a palace.
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