Maeve lowered her head to check the time and furrowed her eyebrows. “It’s after nine…”

“You’re going to leave at ten, right?”

It would certainly be impossible for Maeve to claim that she was willing to part with Deirdre. She was very fond of Deirdre yet she was still not Deirdre’s real mother, and her own daughter was still waiting for her.

“Hmm,” Maeve said smilingly, feigning a relaxed demeanor. “But it’s a good thing that I’m going to receive treatment. That way, I won’t forget your childhood stories next time.”

Deirdre cracked a smile and delayed giving a response. Then, she shut her eyes and said, “Mother, will you… please call me by my name again?”

Maeve appeared to be slightly hesitant. “Deirdre?”

A tear rolled down from the corner of Deirdre’s eye. “Thank you.”

Maeve stretched out her hand to wipe away Deirdre’s tears.

In the end, Maeve left.

Deirdre did not see her off because she did not have the ability to be there.

She assumed that it was only a simple farewel