“Mother… isn’t your daughter pitiful?”

Deirdre’s expression was filled with dejection and panic she could not hide, and her eyes were tainted with despair and self-mockery.

“I thought that I had finally broken free from that man, yet I’m still marching on the same spot in the end. Not only have I failed to avenge you, but I’ve been running around in circles from being tricked…”

The most sorrowful part was that she had fallen in love with the same man.

It was no wonder that Charlene would mock, tease, and ridicule her so much. She was idiotic indeed. Had Charlene not enlightened her, she would have never realized that the man sharing a bed with her was the man that she loathed the most for the rest of her life.

She raised her head with tears streaming down her face. She wanted to confront Brendan so badly and query him on why he would trick her this way, yet she knew that it would not produce any fruitful result.

Just like Brendan’s usual erratic behavior, his roleplay was just a