“While there’s life, there’s hope?” This was simply the biggest irony to Deirdre.

She had been trying to live with great effort all this time, yet in exchange for her effort, she had been dragged into this hell of despair.

“My mother is dead, and I’ve been turned into this creature. You tell me… What else is there to hope for?”

She loathed Sam for saying ‘while there’s life, there’s hope’ so easily. ‘Can’t he see that all that is left of my life is darkness?’

“Are you still lying to me at this point?” Deirdre looked at him with hatred and despair. “Why didn’t you bring her with you if she is still alive? Brendan, does keeping me in the dark and using my mother to have a hold over me give you a sense of achievement?”

Her hysterical episode made Brendan’s eyes redden, and he felt suffocated.

He had not wanted Ophelia to die.

But if he were to acknowledge her death, he would not only need to admit his mistake, but Deirdre would lose her hope to live too. She would loathe him an