The tile was already sharp-pointed from Charlene’s repeated sharpening over the days. Charlene held the tile in her hand and ignored the bleeding from her hand. Her full attention was fixed on the unconscious Deirdre. She wanted to carve the word ‘b*tch’ on Deirdre’s face! She wanted to carve the word on Deirdre’s face even if Deirdre was already dead so the people would learn of this woman’s end!Charlene crawled her way to Deirdre and stared at her exquisite face. Her pupils dilated, and she was breathing heavily from jealousy and eagerness. She clutched the tile tightly, aimed the pointy end, and jabbed it into Deirdre’s face. The tile stabbed into Deirdre’s flesh with great effort. Charlene was about to guide the tile downward with a distorted expression when she was caught off guard when Deirdre opened her eyes and slapped away the tile.Deirdre’s entire body was shaking. She had lost consciousness but was awakened by the immense pain.Blood was flowing down her face. She
Shea reacted swiftly and kicked away the tile from Charlene’s hand before kicking at her lower abdomen. She did not hold back her strength at all. Charlene landed face-down on the ground and was rendered incapable of getting up. A few prison guards walked over, pinned her against the ground, and cuffed her hands behind her back. She was incapable of moving. Noticing that Charlene could not fight back, Shea helped Deirdre up on her feet. “Miss McKinnon, I’ll send you to the hospital. The injury on your face…”“It’s fine.” Deirdre wiped away the blood on her face. “It’s not deep. I’ll just get it dressed later.”Her utmost priority now was Charlene. Even though this woman was determined to kill her, Deirdre still wanted to acquire information about her father from Charlene. It was because Charlene would never be the most terrifying opponent. After all, her methods were nothing compared to those people.“Charlene, we can talk again if you have calmed down.” Her eyes were calm.
“To the mansion? However, your injury…”“It’s not a big deal. I’ll just clean the wound briefly. It’s not necessary to go to the hospital.”Shea felt extremely guilty, and Deirdre knew about it. Before getting out of the car, she said, “Shea, I know what you’re thinking now. Don’t tell Brendan about my injury, and don’t punish yourself over it either.”Shea was momentarily stunned before shaking her head. “I’m sorry, Miss McKinnon. I’m sorry I didn’t manage to protect you. It’s my fault for neglecting my duty. If I choose to hide from Mr. Brighthall, I will do him a disservice. I’m sorry, Miss McKinnon. I will not only tell Mr. Brighthall about it, but I will also accept my punishment.”Deirdre was frustrated by Shea’s stubbornness. “I’m asking you not to tell Brendan, not because I want you to do us a disservice but because Brendan’s health is very poor now. He will surely be worried if you tell him about my accident. However, he’s still in the hospital. Do you want him to get o
Deirdre was a little dejected to hear that, but she nodded nonetheless. “Yeah. She… somehow knows something about my father.”After administering first-aid, Mrs. Engel called the family doctor and had them treat the wound on Deirdre’s face. It was not a serious injury, but the environment where Deirdre was hurt was not known to be sanitary, so an infection seemed a little too likely. The doctor had to sanitize her wound multiple times. Finally, they swiped some healing cream and pressed a bandaid on her cut, not too big to stick out but not too small to be ignored either.Deirdre was planning to coordinate a fib with Mrs. Engel to fool Brendan—her suggestion was to call it “an injury from being poked by something”—when Brendan suddenly called her. “What happened during your visit to prison?”Deirdre’s heart almost leaped out of her throat. How did he learn about that so soon? She had just returned for a few minutes!Still, she was not going to just come clean immediately. “Nothin
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
Deirdre had personally told her that Charlene had information about her father. She had even divulged the knowledge she had gathered so far. Shea was a member of Brendan’s organization—he trusted her, and her loyalty could not be doubted.Thus, Deirdre was left with one last suspect. Her headache intensified into a painful, throbbing migraine. Brendan got down from his bed and pulled her into his arms. He ran his hand down her shaking back in comfort and did his best to hide how sick he really looked. “It’s okay, Dee. Calm down. Don’t overthink. I’m here with you.”Deirdre tightened her arms around him. His scent… It made her feel safe. She finally settled down, but that abject helplessness remained. It was, unfortunately, immune to being banished. “Could it be that I have trusted the wrong person all along, Brendan? I just… can’t believe this. I can’t believe it could be her! She treated me like… I was her own daughter, Brendan. If she wanted something bad to happen to me, s
“It doesn’t matter now that Charlene is dead.” Deirdre hung her head, sighing. “The fact that I didn’t manage to get any information about my father upsets me. I should have known Charlene had a target painted on her back! If only… If only I stayed there and waited for her answer right there and then instead of giving her a few days to mull it over!”“Nobody would have known someone would silence her. Not even me,” replied Brendan, his fingers gently smoothing the creases in Deirdre’s frown. “Don’t blame yourself. You did brilliantly. At least now we know there’s a mole among us. We can use her.”“I know.” Deirdre nodded tiredly. She wished it was all just groundless conspiratorial thoughts in her head. The last thing she wanted was for it to become real. After calming her nerves down, Deirdre thought about her conversation with Charlene before a thought hit her. “Speaking of which… Brendan, do you know a place called Southedge?”“Southedge?” Brendan frowned. “If I recall correctl
“Gosh, Miss McKinnon! What happened to you? You look terrible. Is it the cold? Aww, this is why I told you to wear one more layer of clothing over your first one! Good thing I prepared this coat for you, huh?” Mrs. Engel nagged in concern as she cupped Deirdre’s hands in her own, warming her. Deirdre cast her eyes down as a war of conflicting sentiments raged in her head. How was she supposed to believe this kindly older woman was a mole all along? Or that she was one of them?She could feel her unrestrained, almost sincere care for her. So why was the same kindly older woman working for those people to harm her?Brendan gently pulled Deirdre into his arms, stunning Mrs. Engel, who let go. “Mr. Brighthall! Why have you changed out of your hospital gown?” she asked. “I’m ready to be discharged.”“Discharged? Today?” Mrs. Engel was shocked. “But the doctor told me you’re to stay hospitalized for a week more.”“I know how well my health has recovered, and I know for sure I don’t n
"Where is she?"Brendan stared at him, utterly surprised. Sean's voice trembled a bit, but his eyes held a clear and hopeful gaze.Brendan finally calmed down and looked behind him. "There, that's your mother."This was the first time Sean had spoken. Deirdre felt her mind buzzing. When she snapped back to reality, she extended her hand. "Sean, come here."Sean's eyes held gentle amazement. He was intelligent—perhaps he had sensed it on the way there. Thus, his feelings were a blend of happiness and satisfaction.He felt joy that Deirdre was going to be his mother.Being a kid, he took a few steps but couldn't stop his tears, holding onto Deirdre firmly.Deirdre suppressed her own urge to cry and crouched down, wiping away his tears. "Do you... hate mom for not being there and not recognizing you?"Sean shook his head frantically. "As long as you're here… That's enough…"Deirdre hugged him tightly, and Brendan approached, wrapping them both in his embrace.When they brought S
"I was too young back then, still sulking with my father," Brendan replied after recalling his childhood.Arthur chuckled. "Kids will be kids, after all. Besides, your father was an excellent businessman, and you've followed in his footsteps. I've heard about your impressive success with the business in Neve. You're truly talented. With the Parkers under your control, I can finally relax." Brendan thought it was just praise from an elder. He was about to give a humble response when he got surprised by the rest of the statement. This made him freeze in place."The Parkers?" Deirdre was equally surprised."What's wrong?" Arthur beamed. "Don't you both already have children? Although you've divorced, your relationship is still strong. Don't tell me there's no thought of remarriage?""Remarriage? It's not the right time yet." Deirdre blushed from the teasing."It'll come eventually. If that's the case, then you are both part of the Parkers now. You're my only daughter, and he's my s
Beneath the envelope lay the evidence. Deirdre stared at it for a long time, with Brendan by her side, offering silent support.The next day, they boarded a plane back to Southedge. Within three days, news of the top political figure's downfall due to corruption spread like wildfire throughout Southedge, even captivating the interest of other cities.Upon learning the full story in his study, Arthur's aging face was stained with tears of regret. "If only I had known sooner... I wouldn't have let your mother leave like that."Deirdre lowered her gaze and handed the letter to Arthur. "My mother explains in the letter that her departure was a voluntary sacrifice to protect everyone. She never blamed you."Arthur gazed at the letter, struggling to find the right words.Deirdre left silently, shutting the door.-Ryker was also brought to the police station. Under Sterling's methods, he confessed to the murders. Emily faced the same outcome.All of them waited for their trials.-
The distance from Southedge to Village Alnwick was immense, yet Brendan displayed unwavering resolve."Then let's depart today," he said.As Deirdre bid farewell to Arthur, an unexpected glimmer of sadness flickered in his eyes. "Visiting your mother's grave, huh? Okay, go ahead. Take care of yourself, don't overexert.""Yes," Deirdre replied. Faced with Arthur's hesitant gaze, she felt compelled to add, "Dad, I'll be back."Arthur met Deirdre's gaze, hope rekindling in his eyes.Deirdre softly sighed. "You're my father, my family. Of course, I'll return." "Really? You mean it?" Arthur's excitement made his hands tremble slightly. He held onto Deirdre as if wanting to convey something, but all that emerged was a murmur, "Then please return early... Come back as soon as you can...""Sure. I have a friend coming over later today. Take care of him. Oh, and my boyfriend is here, too. Don't worry about the specifics. I'll explain everything upon my return."As she stepped out, Bren
"Brendan Brighthall?" Ryker wiped away his own nosebleed. "How did you manage to come from Neve? Didn't I ask Emily to keep an eye on you? That useless fool who can't even accomplish simple tasks.""Choosing to control minds with drugs all along, you should have anticipated this outcome." Brendan acted roughly. As he got up, he took the key from Ryker and placed Ryker on a chair.Deirdre clenched Brendan's sleeve tightly. Sensing her tension, Brendan embraced her to calm her down."It's okay. I'm sorry for coming back so late, making you go through this.""It's not your fault. Your timely arrival saved me from further trouble. It's my own foolishness... I let him find something to use against me," Deirdre said, shaking her head weakly.Brendan frowned, cupping Deirdre's face. "He wasn't someone easily deceived, to begin with. You've done well. I'm the one who brought you into this danger, which is unforgivable."Brendan's dark eyes were filled with intense emotions. He had arrive
Deirdre hugged Ryker, resting her head on his chest as he patted her back. "By the way, you're not curious about where I went after I left early this morning?"Deirdre realized the hidden meaning behind Ryker's words, retreated from Ryker's embrace little by little, and looked at him.Ryker's eyes, as enigmatic as ever, held a clarity that seemed to pierce through everything. "I went to the hospital."He didn't wait for Deirdre to respond. "Because I was curious why I was so sleepy last night for no reason. Any ordinary person might chalk it up to exhaustion. But I know my body too well. You drugged me."Deirdre felt a sudden chill running down her spine.Ryker took a step forward casually, but his eyes were full of killing intent. "I underestimated you, Deirdre. Your acting skills are far more impressive than I imagined. You nearly had me fooled. You deserve an Oscar. What a pity that you're now in my hands."Deirdre retreated abruptly, but she found a cold wall barring her esca
Deirdre was momentarily stunned as she watched Arthur search around the study. Eventually, he uncovered a rusty key from a drawer.Arthur raised the key. "Is this what your mother desired?"Deirdre's mind raced, thoughts swirling. "Is this from my mother?"A hint of disappointment shadowed Arthur's eyes as he nodded. "This is the only thing she left me before she departed. She didn't explain why. She just made me promise to keep this key and never search for her."Although I agreed, the thought of it weighed heavily on me. So, I hid the key in a corner of the drawer instead of treating it like any other possession. In hindsight, I shouldn't have made that promise. I shouldn't have let her go alone."Deirdre's voice wavered, confusion evident. But as realization dawned, her heart raced. "Can you give me the key?"Arthur earnestly nodded, his expression solemn. "This belongs to your mother. I'm willing to give it to you whenever you're ready. To be honest, I'm relieved to pass it o
The butler nodded and guided Deirdre to the study's door. Gathering her emotions, she pushed it open.Arthur's attention was on some documents, but the door's creak made him look up. He met Deirdre's gaze, causing a subtle flicker of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes."Deirdre..." He set aside the file. "Did you just wake up? Hungry? I'll have the kitchen prepare something."Deirdre shook her head, closing the door gently."Not hungry. I came to talk.""Everything okay?" Concern colored Arthur's expression. Though he seemed worried she might leave, he tried to hide it. "Go ahead. I'm with you."Deirdre found his reaction slightly amusing. "I'm not leaving."A spark returned to Arthur's eyes. "Then what's up?"As Deirdre grew more serious, she said, "I came to Southedge not just for a visit. I want to know if my mother left something with you before she passed. Something significant.""Left something?" Arthur was puzzled. "She left several things. Which one do you mean?"De
Brendan's eyes held a hint of pity as he spoke hesitantly. "Your mother took that item away."He gently touched Deirdre's face. "That man kidnapped your mother years ago. I don't know what happened during that time. Maybe he hurt your mother and wanted to keep her forcibly. Eventually, your mother found a chance to escape back to your father with the man's item."She left suddenly while pregnant with you, not out of hatred for your father, but to protect you. Now, that person is unsure if your mother or Arthur has the item. Thus, he aimed to kidnap both you and your father, taking his time to retrieve them."Deirdre's mind was overwhelmed, flooded with information that threatened to drown her. This unexpected revelation left her in disbelief.'My mother left my father because of me? And the mastermind behind Ryker is responsible for my mother's kidnapping?'"So that item holds significant importance for this person, enough to bring him down, right?" Deirdre forced herself to calm