This kind of humiliation and anger further intensified Charlene’s hatred for Deirdre.

“What are you staring at?” scoffed Charlene softly. With hostility, she added, “Don’t forget your attitude when you were trying to date me. You said you could do anything for me. And now you feel sorry for a blind woman? Give her a hard lesson! Destroy that book!”

She hated it when she saw the book.

Vyn received the command and shot a glance at the others.

Deirdre finally found the book. However, before she was able to enjoy this moment of happiness and secure it in her embrace, a seizing force struck her and took it away from her.

Deirdre shuddered at the sharp, tearing pain in her elbow. She ignored it and instantly stretched out her hand and implored, “Please give it back to me, please. I will drink the wine in return! Yes, I will drink it!”

“It’s too late.” Vyn weighed the relatively heavy book in his hand. Then, he dropped it to the ground. “It’s no longer interesting to see you drinking. T