Yet, Emily did not expect that…

"Emily, there should be a limit even to madness. How can you start dreaming when it is still early in the day?"

The mocking look in Deirdre's eyes was unmistakable. "I know you met with Brendan. If you're incapable, you can leave in defeat like the coward you are. Yet, here you are, boasting."

Emily's face turned pale instantly, overcome with both embarrassment and anger. "What did you say?"

"Am I wrong?" Deirdre, despite her disheveled state, held her chin high. "You're here to convince Brendan to release me, right? But you're flaunting your abilities, which means you've failed. Otherwise, I wouldn't still be here."

Emily's gaze revealed her embarrassment. She hadn't expected Deirdre to be so perceptive, despite being held captive and appearing close to death.

Emily clenched her teeth and remembered something, immediately sneering. "You're right about my failure. However, don't you find it even more pathetic, Deirdre?

"Even when I begged Brendan