Chapter 270 The True Truth The narrow single bed suddenly felt wide, and Deirdre propped herself up with her hand on her forehead.
âWhat time is it? When did Brendan leave?â
She found it a pity because she had been thinking about asking Brendan why he wanted her not to hate him when she was awake. She wanted to find out the meaning of his remark.
All of a sudden, the door to her room opened. She assumed that it was Maeve, so she raised her head and said smilingly, âMother? What time is it? Is it morning already? If not, why are you here so early?â
âMother? Are you calling out to Maeve OâKeefe?â
She was caught off guard by the spurious laughter. The smile on Deirdreâs face froze instantly, and she stared in the direction of the door cautiously. âCharlene, what are you doing here!â
âHow could you speak to me like that, Ms. McKinnon? I feel sorry for you for being I deceived by a bunch of people and getting treated like a clown, so Iâm here to warn you out of kindness.â
âOut of kindness? Donât you think that I have no idea what you are trying to do here!â Deirdreâs expression was icy, and she was clutching the blanket tightly with her other hand subconsciously. âYou frequently harass me in the name of kindness. Iâve been used by you once, but I will absolutely not be used by you twice! Please leave!â
âAre you really going to resist me so much, Ms. McKinnon?â Charlene said in a grievous tone. âI admit that Iâm not a good person, but Iâm not a bad person either. Your mother suffered a tragic death, yet isnât it absurd that youâre acknowledging a strange woman as your mother? I feel sorry for your mother.â
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âShut up!â Deirdreâs veins were bulging, and her chest was heaving violently. Ophelia is still alive and well! Donât even think about tricking me again. Leave now, or Iâll call in the nurse to get rid of you!â
Upon saying that, she stretched out her hand to press the call bell. Charlene took it upon herself to speak first. âDeirdre, do you have the courage to take a walk with me?
âThe person that you call âmotherâ now is Maeve OâKeefe, and she is only 40 years old. She has a teenage daughter, and her daughter is here today. Theyâre having a conversation now, so this will be pretty self-explanatory if you go and listen, alright?
âIf you donât believe what I told you, I believe that you should be able to distinguish Maeveâs voice, right?â
Charlene spoke in a resonant voice. Deirdreâs entire body was shivering, and there was a voice inside her telling her to stop.
âIt must be another plot. This is Charleneâs plot!â
But Deirdre could not help remembering the police, the incident with the osmanthus scent, and Brendanâs âdonât hate meâ remark.
âWhy did Brendan ask me not to hate him? What did he do?â
Deirdreâs chest was burning.
Charlene said, âDeirdre, theyâre in a room just ahead. You can listen through the door. There are surveillance cameras everywhere in the hospital, so I wonât be able to abduct you, right? Youâll find out if Maeve is Ophelia after listening to her conversation with her biological daughter, alright?â
Deirdre clenched her teeth tightly and gripped her fist so hard that her stitched-up palm was burning.
âSure⦠I would like to see what trick you have up your sleeve this time!â
Charlene chuckled as if her plan had succeeded. She waited for Deirdre to walk out of the room and led her.
They took for a little over ten steps before Deirdre heard a young womanâs roaring voice abruptly.
âI donât believe you!
âHave you taken any of the responsibilities of a mother since you had me? You left me with that man without bothering to visit me. Do you even deserve to be a mother? If I hadnât found you here today, I wouldnât have known that youâre actually acting as that blind womanâs mother so ostentatiously after abandoning me!â
âSiobhan⦠I never wanted to abandon you! How could I bear to part with you? Youâre my dearest child!â