Long past the point where she was sad about what happened at the castle, she was livid. How dare her husband declare that her family was no longer hers? He didn't have that right. Maybe he could kick her out of his bed, but he for damn sure couldn't kick her out of Oliver's life. He was her son every bit as much as he was his. While she could certainly agree that Antonin had been a consistently good parent for the entirety of their son's life, she was still his mother. She wasn't ready or willing to just walk away like her family meant nothing to her.