Charlene tutted repeatedly. “Deirdre, do you think that the woman who talked and laughed with you was really Ophelia? Why are you so naive that you would believe it’s true when Brendan just hired someone casually to portray her?

“Would the real Ophelia be so much taller than you, so young, and shop for clothing with you like an ordinary person? Besides, you couldn’t see her face because you’re blind. Don’t be a fool. The woman takes care of her complexion very well, and not even a trace of wrinkles can be found on her face. Could you not have noticed it when you touched her with your hands? It would be utterly impossible for a woman like her to be the mother who lived in the slums and endured hardships with you!”

“Shut up!” Deirdre widened her eyes in shock and felt a heavy weight bearing down on her chest. It felt suffocating.

‘What?

‘What is Charlene talking about?

‘Is the woman who was talking and laughing with me earlier not… Ophelia? Is she not the mother who raised me?

‘Ho