The narrow single bed suddenly felt wide, and Deirdre propped herself up with her hand on her forehead.

‘What time is it? When did Brendan leave?’

She found it a pity because she had been thinking about asking Brendan why he wanted her not to hate him when she was awake. She wanted to find out the meaning of his remark.

All of a sudden, the door to her room opened. She assumed that it was Maeve, so she raised her head and said smilingly, “Mother? What time is it? Is it morning already? If not, why are you here so early?”

“Mother? Are you calling out to Maeve O’Keefe?”

She was caught off guard by the spurious laughter. The smile on Deirdre’s face froze instantly, and she stared in the direction of the door cautiously. “Charlene, what are you doing here!”

“How could you speak to me like that, Ms. McKinnon? I feel sorry for you for being deceived by a bunch of people and getting treated like a clown, so I’m here to warn you out of kindness.”

“Out of kindness? Don’t you think that