“Mother… isn’t your daughter pitiful?”

Deirdre’s expression was filled with dejection and panic she could not hide, and her eyes were tainted with despair and self-mockery.

“I thought that I had finally broken free from that man, yet I’m still marching on the same spot in the end. Not only have I failed to avenge you, but I’ve been running around in circles from being tricked…”

The most sorrowful part was that she had fallen in love with the same man.

It was no wonder that Charlene would mo