Deirdre nodded obediently and got into Brendan's car with Ophelia.

Upon arriving at the villa, Ophelia returned to her room, leaving them in the living room. Brendan wrapped his arms around Deirdre and rested his head on her shoulder as he breathed deeply.

"I'm sorry."

He was the lover, the son, and the most suitable mediator, yet he had messed up even the simplest task of mediating the relationship between Deirdre and his mother.

"I don't know what has gotten into my mother. She used to