Chapter 242 Misgiving Dispelled Deirdreâs lips were trembling, and she stretched out her hand with great effort. â Mother, can I⦠touch your hands?â
She knew Opheliaâs hands. They were a pair of old hands covered in calluses that felt very different even at a very young age, especially in some spots.
She had not felt out Opheliaâs hands seriously before this but she had grown suspicious after Charleneâs remarks.
Maeveâs heart was racing. âWhatâs going on? Whatâs going on with you⦠Deirdre?â
âIâm fineâ¦â Deirdre took a deep breath and cracked a fake smile with great difficulty.â I used to hold your hand frequently in the past and I missed doing that all of a sudden. I yearned for the feeling of you holding my hand when you walked me home after schoolâ¦â
â1 see.â Maeve smiled, but her heart was still on guard. She had figured out that Deirdre must have noticed something. At the same time that a feeling of uneasiness grew in her, she had no choice but to stretch out her hand.
âAlright, I shall hold my little Deirdreâs hand then.â
Her voice sounded as warm and affectionate as before.
Deirdre was terrified all of a sudden because she feared the hands would be smooth, fine, and delicate, just like the hands of a person who had never performed laborious chores in her life.
If that was the case, the outcome would be clear.
She raised her hand shakily and held Maeveâs hand. However, Deirdre was distracted for a moment when she felt the coarseness of Maeveâs hand. Her hand was covered in calluses and was not a young womanâs hand at all, unlike Charlene had described it.
At the same time that she felt joyous, she felt her heart sink as well. It was because this pair of hands was still too delicate compared to Opheliaâs hands in the past.
âWhat happened?â
Maeve felt anxious in her heart. She had already noticed Opheliaâs hands when she had watched video clips of Ophelia previously.
Her hands had been aged, skinny, emaciated, covered in calluses, and waxy.
Chapter 242 Misaning Dispelled Even though she was only a little over 50 years old in the video clips, her hands had already been aged and withered akin to a decayed tree.
She had rubbed her hands with sandpaper in the past two weeks just to simulate Opheliaâs hands yet she was well aware that her hands were still far from being similar to Opheliaâs.
âItâs fineâ¦â Deirdre felt her way to Opheliaâs frequentlyâused finger with her fingers and found a hard, coarse callus. Her eyes lit up.
âIt is Ophelia!
âIt is her!â
She had worked with this particular spot on her hand frequently, and the callus found on this spot was way harder than those on other parts of her hands. It was very apparent that Ophelia had not endured any hardships over the past few years, so the calluses had healed and her hands had turned smoother.
Deirdre felt as if the weight was lifted off her chest. She had been more afraid of this discovery than anybody else but she was pleased with it.
âItâs fine.â Deirdre smiled just like her usual self and placed her hands on Maeveâs outfit subconsciously.
âHow do you like it? Is the size right?â
âItâs pretty good.â
âWhat about the style? Do you like it?â
Maeve smiled affectionately. âI like anything you get for me.â
After deciding on a few sets of clothes, Deirdre and Maeve strolled around the mall once more before they returned to the villa to rest.
Brendan got out of the car at 6:30 in the evening, when he arrived at the villa, and saw that they had already turned on the lights in their rooms.
Brendan walked into the house just in time to see Dr. Ginger leaving. He greeted Brendan with a bright smile on his face. âMr. Brighthall.â
âHmm.â Brendan nodded and walked away. He suddenly stopped after taking two steps away and his gaze landed on Dr. Gingerâs tie.
The tie was maroon, which did suit Dr. Gingerâs style. However, he had been wearing a black tie when he had come this morning.
âThe tie,â Brendan said with a slight frown. âWhere did you get it?â