Charlene covered her mouth in a haste as if she had misspoken. She then explained in a flurry, “No… Ms. McKinnon didn’t do that on purpose. It’s possible that she loved Brendan too much at the time and did it out of spite… I choose to forgive her!”

“Why are you still putting in a good word for her when she almost crippled your leg? You’re too kind, Charlene!” Madame Brighthall looked at Deirdre as if she was protecting a young child. She said in a voice tainted with anger, “I didn’t expect that you’d not only enjoy ruining their relationship but you’d also hurt people despite your young age. I was still rather fond of you when I met you previously. Leave at once! Don’t let me see you again from now on!”

Madame Brighthall used to be the only person who defended her in the past, but she was protecting the real Charlene now, as she had just ordered Deirdre to leave the villa.

Deirdre’s hands were shaking behind her back, and she lowered her head. “I’m sorry…”

‘I’m sorry that I disgus