Resent, Reject, Regret by Aqua Summers

Chapter 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 stretch out her hand.

“Alright, I shall hold my little Deirdre’s hand then.”

Her voice sounded as warm and affectionate as before.

sudden because she feared the hands would be smooth, fine, and delicate, just

was the case, the outcome

hand. However, Deirdre was distracted for a moment when she felt the coarseness of Maeve’s hand. Her hand was covered in calluses and

her heart sink as well. It was

“What happened?”

noticed Ophelia’s hands when she had watched video clips of Ophelia

been aged, skinny, emaciated, covered

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

just to simulate Ophelia’s hands

to Ophelia’s frequently–used finger with her fingers and found

‘It is Ophelia!

‘It is her!‘

this particular spot on her hand frequently, and the callus found on this spot was way harder than those on other parts of her

weight was lifted off her chest. She had been more afraid of this discovery

like her usual self and placed her hands on Maeve’s outfit subconsciously. “How do you like it? Is the size