"Oh, attitude, what kind of attitude do you want?" Leslie Howard suddenly laughed, uttering the first words since Iris Yates stepped through the door.
She looked at her mother sitting on the opposite sofa, her icy eyes full of disdain.
"Why don't you ask yourself, since you saw me, which words you've spoken are the ones a mother should have? From beginning to end, you haven't asked me a single question, haven't shown me any concern. All I've heard is your dissatisfaction with me. Apart from scolding, is it that you can no longer talk to me about anything else?"
Leslie's attitude was cold and assertive, showing no past weakness of compromising out of gratitude for Iris Yates' nurturing.
The last time at the company, Iris Yates was already dissatisfied with Leslie's attitude.
She had originally thought that by being cold to Leslie these days, it might make the child reflect.
Who knew—
