Brendan glanced at Deirdre’s red lips with desire, raised his head, and greeted, “Aunt McKinnon.”

Ophelia said, “I saw both of you hugging each other from upstairs. Have you made up with each other?”

“Hmm.” Brendan nodded and held Deirdre’s hand. “I explain everything that happened clearly to Deirdre, so she forgives me.”

There was no way to tell Ophelia’s mood from her expression, but she cracked a rigid smile as if she was still infuriated by the incident earlier.

“Alright then. I can’t me