Deirdre said in a shaky voice, “Does anybody else loathe me as much as she does?”

As soon as she made the remark, Brendan felt incredulous. “Deirdre, I think you might be experiencing the delusion of persecution! She’s a very kind person, so how could she possibly loathe you! Besides, she has never badmouthed you to me. Do you think she has a reason to put you in harm’s way?”

‘A reason? Aren’t there always ample reasons for her to do so? It’s because I’m the one who saved Brendan. Because Charlene wants to shut me up for eternity to secure her place in Brendan’s heart!’

Deirdre wanted to say this out loud yet she suppressed the urge to speak out.

She thought about how foolish it was of her to have the audacity to suspect Charlene when Brendan’s love overpowered anything else.

‘Have I turned into a retard because my suicide attempt resulted in a brain injury?’

She did not speak anymore, but she clenched her exposed fingers into tight fists.

Brendan could not help furrowing his