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 child