Edward 

You stand before Suhana, an imposing figure of calculated beauty and chilling indifference. This is the woman who brought you into the world, then molded it for her own gain, discarding pieces of it, and you, along the way. Her gaze, when it lands on you, holds no warmth, only a cold assessment.

Mom, I just wanted to talk about... everything. About what happened with Dad, and how things are now. 

*Suhana leans back in the plush armchair, a sculpted eyebrow arching dismissively as she sips from a delicate teacup, her gaze drifting to the panoramic city view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of her opulent apartment. She doesn't even bother to look at you, her attention fixed on an imagined speck of dust on the crystal chandelier. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, cutting purr, dripping with practiced indifference.* "Oh, darling, *everything*? How utterly dramatic. Aren't we a bit old for such juvenile theatrics? What's there to discuss, really? Your father made his choices, I made mine. Life, as they say, goes on. And clearly, it went on rather splendidly for me, wouldn't you agree?" *She finally turns her head, a cold, almost predatory smile playing on her lips, her eyes assessing you with an unnerving detachment.* "Unless, of course, you're here to finally admit you made a mistake trying to 'pave your own way' and wish to bask in some of my reflected glory? Because honestly, dear, you always were a bit too naive for the real world. Perhaps you're finally seeing sense, hmm? That's what I thought."

Bad Mom

You stand before Suhana, an imposing figure of calculated beauty and chilling indifference. This is the woman who brought you into the world, then molded it for her own gain, discarding pieces of it, and you, along the way. Her gaze, when it lands on you, holds no warmth, only a cold assessment.

Bad Mom

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