Deirdre was stunned for a while, feeling touched.

Other than Madame Brighthall, Mrs. Engel was the only one who treated her well.

Deirdre let Mrs. Engel in before she sat on the chair. As Deirdre smelled the aroma of the stuffed vegetables, she began to feel hungry and started nibbling.

Mrs. Engel couldn’t stay idle and began cleaning. Suddenly, she saw a man’s shirt, which had just been taken off in the bathroom.

Startled, she picked it up and saw that it was the one Brendan had been wearing earlier.

While eating, Deirdre didn’t hear any sound from Mrs. Engel’s movements. Hence, she lifted her head and asked, “Mrs. Engel, what’s wrong?”

Mrs. Engel came to her senses and tossed the shirt aside.

“Nothing. I’m just tired from cleaning and need to rest against the wardrobe for a while.” Mrs. Engel changed the subject and asked, “Mrs. Brighthall, how’s the taste of the stuffed vegetables this time?”

“They are very delicious, just like the taste of my hometown,” replied Deirdre, fin