Deirdre's trembling arms held onto Tilly tightly, but she quickly regained her composure, though disappointment still filled her eyes.

She had cut off all attachments five years ago, so why did Brendan's words still pierce her heart?

Perhaps Deirdre had hoped that Brendan could regain some sanity deep down, but now she realized he was beyond redemption.

"You're right. It was my fault for allowing myself to be imprisoned. I was foolish, holding onto hope for certain people. But over these past four years, I've come to understand that some people aren't worth expecting anything from. Rest assured. I won't be so foolish in the future."

Her words carried immense weight, especially the promise she made at the end.

Brendan furrowed his brow, his face turning pale. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he gnashed his teeth and swallowed his words.

"When did it happen?" He stared fixedly at Tilly.

What pained him was that Tilly bore a slight resemblance to Deirdre. If Tilly was he