Deirdre stopped speaking and shut her eyes. Realizing that he was being too harsh, Brendan explained by saying, “There’s no point in comparing yourself to her.”

Deirdre remained as quiet as before. Brendan stared at her dry, cracked lips and got up to fetch her a glass of water.

“Don’t go to sleep yet. Drink the water before you rest.”

Deirdre turned her face to the side. “I want to rest.”

“Rest after drinking the water.” Brendan pushed the glass of water toward her by force. Deirdre refused to drink, and while she was struggling, the glass was knocked over and dropped to the ground, producing a loud noise.

Brendan was completely infuriated. “Deirdre, why are you doing this? I ignored your suicide attempt without making any comments. In the past, I would have never let you off! You’re still ungrateful, even after all that. Are you only going to behave yourself when I force the drink down your throat!”

The collar of her top was wet, and Deirdre’s lips were trembling. She was in