Deirdre entered the room silently, her eyes fixed on the hospital bed. She hesitated to approach, afraid of disturbing something in her path.

Joseph greeted her with a smile, "Why do you and Josie look so sad, especially you, Deirdre? Josie has just come out of confinement, so it's okay, but you're pregnant. If you're upset, your daughter might also be born with a frown."

Joseph's attempt at humor only intensified Deirdre's sadness.

"Joe..." Deirdre's voice was hoarse, and she struggled to speak, but Joseph interrupted her, "No one wanted this to happen. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself. If anyone should be blamed, it's me for unknowingly offending someone."

Deirdre shook her head vigorously. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have offended Emily. It's all my fault! But I can't help but want to seek revenge for you..."

"I don't need revenge," Joseph's smile faded as he spoke seriously. "Deirdre, what's done is done. Seeking revenge now is unrealistic. Besides, I don't wan