Deirdre opened her eyes with great effort to stop the tears and sorrow from rushing out of her.

Brendan was supposed to know that the prison was the source of her agony. She had almost exhausted all her strength to forget the painful memories of that time.

Yet, it was turned into a weapon to slander and hurt her.

"I don't believe this, Brendan." She shifted herself on the ground with great difficulty and clutched the hem of Brendan's pants as she looked up. "I don't believe that you can be so merciless that you'd speak without considering the consequences… Say it again, say what you said earlier… again!"

Brendan lowered his head to look at her. For some unknown reason, Deirdre's unyielding gaze triggered an ineffable feeling in him as if it had taken a cut on his heart.

He felt like he did not want to say those words again, those words that infuriated her.

Perhaps it was because he did not wish to make her lose her mind so quickly. That would not be fun anymore if that were t