“I have her photo, and I can confirm that it is not photoshopped. However, the plastic surgery techniques are advanced these days, and it is not utterly impossible to find one or two women that look like Ophelia in all of Berth.

“I was afraid of giving you false hope only to disappoint you again, so I could only figure out a way to trace Ophelia’s whereabouts, yet I didn’t expect that…”

Brendan did not finish his sentence, but Deirdre was well aware of what it was.

He did not expect that she would be triggered by Charlene and push Charlene down the stairs.

In truth, Deirdre was well aware that Charlene was mostly provoking her, but she could not care about that anymore at the time. If Charlene was the enemy who killed her mother, it would be her only chance to avenge her mother.

Deirdre was having a hard time processing the information, but Brendan’s sincere words did not sound like a lie.

“Brendan… Will I still be able to trust you one last time?”

Brendan’s dimmed, dark eye