Charlene was dead? The person who held secrets about her father… was dead!?

“She died from rat poisoning. Her cell mates claimed that she had become so hungry that she would pick up things from the floor to eat. She accidentally ingested some rat poison this way, and by the time her cell mates returned, she was gone.

Deirdre clutched the edge of her blanket tightly. Her mind blanked.

‘How did this happen? She just… died like that, so suddenly.’

Deirdre had been under the impression she could afford to wait a little longer before prying information from Charlene’s lips, but the latter ended up being more short-lived than expected.

“Miss McKinnon?”

Deirdre snapped out of her daze. “Did you check? Are you sure it really is her?”

“I looked. No one else in that prison bore the same disfigured face.”

“I… see.”

The call ended, and Deirdre fell into a daze on her bed. Any clarity she had was replaced with genuine confusion. It was not that she was unwilling to believe it—it was just