Deirdre glanced at her reflection in the mirror as an unwelcome guest barged into the washroom. She kept a barely discernible smile and pretended not to notice. Opening her clutch, she took out her lipstick to freshen up her makeup.

Unable to contain her impatience, Emily glared at Deirdre's beautiful face with bloodshot, bloodthirsty eyes.

"I'm curious about who saved your life," Emily said, puzzled by Deirdre's presence when she was supposed to be dead. Accepting this reality proved challenging for her.

Emily stubbornly refused to accept responsibility for her foolishness and underestimation of her enemy, which ultimately led to Deirde's resurrection.

"You bribed that old woman, didn't you? She didn't administer the poison and helped you escape death. I never expected a woman like you to live such a long life."

In fact, Emily's muttering to herself bordered on insanity.

Leaning against the counter, Deirdre turned her head slowly. "You're wrong. I was indeed administered the poi