Merope might have been cowardly, might have been not anything special but she was his mother and that he wouldn't take away from her. Pressing her hands against the floor, she climbed up to her feet and her usual defeated expression hid her passive-aggressive thoughts. Merope stared,"I am in my proper place, I'm your mum, Tom. I can't tell the future but I know I gave every part of my body to your well-being. I wished so much for you, for you to be handsome, charming and so much..just so much....How did you turn into a bad person? How did you turn into my family? How Tom, how?" Merope approached him again, fearless in her mannerisms as before.
"Tell me." Merope insisted with a different expression, concern shadowed her face.