"Keen, are you feeling any better?"
The moment Keen laid eyes on Rachel, he looked as though he'd seen his savior. "Rachel, you finally made it!"
Rachel's heart ached seeing the forlorn expression on Keen's face. "Keen, what's wrong? Did someone upset you?"
Stella stood by with a smirk, "Ms. Pearce, that's quite the question. Who else could possibly be bothering him in this room besides me?"
Rachel, flustered, stammered, "Ms. Cameron, you've got it all wrong. I'm just worried about Keen, that's all..."
"Save the performance," Stella said, her voice like ground glass. "We both know exactly what happened."
Keen immediately piped up in Rachel's defense. "Mom, how can you talk to Rachel like that?"
Stella shot back, "And how exactly am I wrong?"
"Of course you're wrong! Rachel's just concerned about me," Keen insisted, his innocence shining through. "Mom, you can't just be so possessive and not allow others to care for me."
Stella raised an eyebrow, saying, "So, can I go be someone else's mom and care for another kid then?"
The thought of Marvin made Keen squirm in his seat. "No way! You can't be that brat's mom!"
Stella asked, "And why not?"
"Because you're my mom and only mine!"
"But didn't you just say it's not fair to be possessive?"
Keen fumbled for words, "Well... that's different..."
Rachel stepped in to mediate, "Ms. Cameron, why argue with a child? Keen's just a kid. Why not give him a break?"
Stella's voice was icy, "He was speaking of freedom, equality, and respect just a moment ago. Aren't we all equals here? Why should I bend over backwards for him?"
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