NovelEnglishChapter 242 Misgiving Dispelled
Deirdre’s lips were trembling, and she stretched out her hand with great effort. ” Mother, can I… touch
your hands?”
She knew Ophelia’s hands. They were a pair of old hands covered in calluses that felt very different
even at a very young age, especially in some spots.
She had not felt out Ophelia’s hands seriously before this but she had grown suspicious after
Charlene’s remarks.
Maeve’s heart was racing. “What’s going on? What’s going on with you… Deirdre?”
“I’m fine…” Deirdre took a deep breath and cracked a fake smile with great difficulty.” I used to hold
your hand frequently in the past and I missed doing that all of a sudden. I yearned for the feeling of you
holding my hand when you walked me home after school…”
“1 see.” Maeve smiled, but her heart was still on guard. She had figured out that Deirdre must have
noticed something. At the same time that a feeling of uneasiness grew in her, she had no choice but to
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtstretch out her hand.
“Alright, I shall hold my little Deirdre’s hand then.”
Her voice sounded as warm and affectionate as before.
Deirdre was terrified all of a sudden because she feared the hands would be smooth, fine, and delicate,
just like the hands of a person who had never performed laborious chores in her life.
If that was the case, the outcome would be clear.
She raised her hand shakily and held Maeve’s hand. However, Deirdre was distracted for a moment
when she felt the coarseness of Maeve’s hand. Her hand was covered in calluses and was not a young
woman’s hand at all, unlike Charlene had described it.
At the same time that she felt joyous, she felt her heart sink as well. It was because this pair of hands
was still too delicate compared to Ophelia’s hands in the past.
“What happened?”
Maeve felt anxious in her heart. She had already noticed Ophelia’s hands when she had watched video
clips of Ophelia previously.
Her hands had been aged, skinny, emaciated, covered in calluses, and waxy.
Even though she was only a little over 50 years old in the video clips, her hands had already been aged
and withered akin to a decayed tree.
She had rubbed her hands with sandpaper in the past two weeks just to simulate Ophelia’s hands yet
she was well aware that her hands were still far from being similar to Ophelia’s.
“It’s fine…” Deirdre felt her way to Ophelia’s frequently–used finger with her fingers and found a hard,
coarse callus. Her eyes lit up.
‘It is Ophelia!
‘It is her!‘
She had worked with this particular spot on her hand frequently, and the callus found on this spot was
way harder than those on other parts of her hands. It was very apparent that Ophelia had not endured
any hardships over the past few years, so the calluses had healed and her hands had turned smoother.
Deirdre felt as if the weight was lifted off her chest. She had been more afraid of this discovery than
anybody else but she was pleased with it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“It’s fine.” Deirdre smiled just like her usual self and placed her hands on Maeve’s outfit subconsciously.
“How do you like it? Is the size right?”
“It’s pretty good.”
“What about the style? Do you like it?”
Maeve smiled affectionately. “I like anything you get for me.”
After deciding on a few sets of clothes, Deirdre and Maeve strolled around the mall once more before
they returned to the villa to rest.
Brendan got out of the car at 6:30 in the evening, when he arrived at the villa, and saw that they had
already turned on the lights in their rooms.
Brendan walked into the house just in time to see Dr. Ginger leaving. He greeted Brendan with a bright
smile on his face. “Mr. Brighthall.”
“Hmm.” Brendan nodded and walked away. He suddenly stopped after taking two steps away and his
gaze landed on Dr. Ginger’s tie.
The tie was maroon, which did suit Dr. Ginger’s style. However, he had been wearing a black tie when
he had come this morning.
“The tie,” Brendan said with a slight frown. “Where did you get it?”
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