The distance from Southedge to Village Alnwick was immense, yet Brendan displayed unwavering resolve.

"Then let's depart today," he said.

As Deirdre bid farewell to Arthur, an unexpected glimmer of sadness flickered in his eyes. "Visiting your mother's grave, huh? Okay, go ahead. Take care of yourself, don't overexert."

"Yes," Deirdre replied. Faced with Arthur's hesitant gaze, she felt compelled to add, "Dad, I'll be back."

Arthur met Deirdre's gaze, hope rekindling in his eyes.

Deirdre softly sighed. "You're my father, my family. Of course, I'll return."

"Really? You mean it?" Arthur's excitement made his hands tremble slightly. He held onto Deirdre as if wanting to convey something, but all that emerged was a murmur, "Then please return early... Come back as soon as you can..."

"Sure. I have a friend coming over later today. Take care of him. Oh, and my boyfriend is here, too. Don't worry about the specifics. I'll explain everything upon my return."

As she stepped out, Bren