Deirdre was on the brink of collapse. “Charlene McKinney! You vicious woman! How could you attack a patient with mental health and an unsound mind!? Why aren’t you dead yet!?”

Charlene was forced to retreat to the balcony, yet she kept provoking Deirdre, “You can’t blame me only, can you? You should blame yourself for falling in love with Brendan. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have needed to deal with a fool, would I?

“Thankfully, Brendan arranged for your mother to be there, where all his men were my