Deirdre knew that Glenna was comforting her, so she cracked a smile to appease Glenna.

“Thank you.”

She wanted to adjust her mentality, but the events that had taken place in the past few days were complicated.

“I shall make a move first.”

Deirdre leaned against the door and slid to the floor upon entering the villa. She felt as if all her energy was drained from her body, leaving only an empty, flat husk.

She had only discovered that she did not even have someone to vent to after losing Kyran.

She could not express everything that happened, but she could only bury everything in her heart until it decayed and turned into a puddle of mud.

Two days later, Deirdre was back to being her usual self and accepted Glenna’s invitation to have a meal.

Glenna’s friendliness was overboard in the past few days. She went from addressing Deirdre as Miss McKinnon to Deirdre in less than half an hour. In fact, she had even told Deirdre about everything regarding herself.

It was Deirdre’